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October 13-31 Poem #14-15

Missed a day so, tonight we have a monostitch couplet!

cool breeze, crickets peeping…the night is set for sleeping,

sweet dreams begotten fade to mist at dawn forgotten

~kat


Witches in Season – Manic Monday’s 3-Way Prompt

witch

Witches in Season

I look different…
it’s so strange
must be the season
yeah, must be
do you think me strange?
every witch must be…
must be, you think
I got to pick up running
the season of the witch
must be the look I look

`kat

Another blackout poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt: Photo: above/Word: Witch/Song: Season of the Witch by Donovan (below).


Season of the Witch by Donovan

When I look out my window
Many sights to see
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
That it’s strange, so strange

You’ve got to pick up every stitch
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
Mmm, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch

When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see?
Some other cat looking over
His shoulder at me
And he’s strange, very very very strange

You’ve got to pick up every stitch
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch

You’ve got to pick up every stitch
The rabbits running in the ditch
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh no must be the season
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch

When I look out my window
What do you think I see?
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
It’s strange, sure is strange
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
The rabbits running in the ditch
Oh no, must be the season
Oh no, must be the season
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch
When I look, when I look


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 14 October 2018

We are swept up in whirlwinds these days. Fractured relationships, fear of the bogeyman, politics, religion where emotions run red hot, firing on all cylinders all the time. Our tendency is to lock ourselves in our houses to ride out the storm. But as we learned this week from Mother Nature, we cannot hide. It is foolish to think we can ride out the storms, be they weather related or otherwise. If we do manage to make it through to the other side, the world we are left with in the light of day is not the one we hid from behind our shuttered doors.

I get it. It’s tempting to turn reality off; to stay in one’s happy place. But eventually we all have to wake up, grow up, open the door and take responsibility for the mess we’ve made. And if we haven’t made the mess, we still need to roll up our sleeves to clean up the mess if we hope to have a future.

I know I talk moments a lot. And don’t get me wrong, I’m a big proponent of savoring precious moments. I am grateful for the occasional interlude from the chaos…for the eye in the storm. But I also know it’s important to remember that the eyes are temporary. Sometimes the back half of a hurricane can be worse than the first. With it comes the surge…the aftermath.

I’ve been scarce this week. I managed to scratch out at least a monostitch a day, a tweet, a haiku, but I have to admit I’m clinging to the moments right now. I’ve worked my muse to exhaustion and I sense she needs a rest. So it is fitting that this week’s reverse is contained within two lovely moments. I’m paying attention. The words will come. It is autumn after all.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 14 October 2018

until next time we meet
the simplest of pleasures are gifts beyond measure
clusters of cumulus clouds bloom, raindrops to nimbus
let me love you
I’m a moron
he said, she said, stale-mates should try listening instead
enough, enough I say of this rain, rain go away
speaking of it…the weather…we’re a bit under it
tempest remnants scatter in heaps…we sow what we reap
Autumn dawning hush, jasmine flush gilds Gaia’s awning.

~kat

A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


October 13-31 Poem #13

Autumn dawning hush, jasmine flush gilds Gaia’s awning.

~kat


October 13-31 Poem #12

tempest remnants scatter in heaps…we sow what we reap

~kat


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