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Essence #24

clouds of grey, muted light
cold spring day, dressed in white

~kat

Day 24’s Essence for Jane Dougherty’s Challenge is dressed in white…again. Winter is not finished with us yet. Another tantrum expected today. I shall be heading out for milk and bread soon…I’m kidding of course. There are a few other things on my shopping list as Saturday is my go to market day. I truly dread having to mingle with the bread and milk fiends. At any rate, bad weather is the good news for today…while orange is off golfing our children will be marching in the streets for their lives. Spring snow is a dreary diversion from the madness, but also a sobering reminder of a bitter chill that refuses to leave.


Deracinate – Friday’s Word of the Day

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Today’s word of the day at dictionary.com deracinate is a new one for me even though I am very familiar with the concept of being deracinated.

Deracinated means: to pull up by the roots; uproot; extirpate; eradicate, to force (people) from their homeland to a new or foreign location, to isolate or alienate (a person) from a native or customary culture or environment, o liberate or be liberated from a culture or its norms.

It originated in the 1590’s from the French word, déraciner, “to pluck up by the roots”,  from Old French desraciner, “uproot, dig out, pull up by the root”, which which is linked to the Latin des- and racine, “root”, from the Late Latin, radicina, a diminutive of the Latin word, radix “root”.

Whether we’re talking about plants deracinated by the roots from the ground or people deracinated from their homeland, it is an unsettling word. Its very tone and tenor sounds harsh when I say it out loud. One can’t help but feel empathy for the deracinated. No one likes to be plucked from the roots and “liberated”, unless, of course, it is their idea in the first place. However we find ourselves plucked, there is a certain element of the unknown lurking in the shadows.

Even liberated, a synonym of deracinated, is a tricky word. I remember the first time I learned of a colleague’s firing. The management explained that “so and so” had been liberated from said company to pursue new opportunities. It almost made me feel hopeful and happy for my former co-worker. Liberated did not adequately describe the reality of the situation. No income, no benefits, unemployed. That does not sound liberating to me. but deracinated? Oh yeah…that’s the word for it. It’s a good word. An honest word. Deracinated is not a thing I’m eager to experience. It smacks of change after all, and who likes change? But it’ not necessarily a bad thing. Some people choose to deracinate themselves. And in that case, it is very liberating. At any rate, it is a word I am glad to know. For now, I’ve plopped it into a few haiku. Have a great Friday.

Deracinate

diversity’s extolled,
peace kept, deracinated
by don’t ask don’t tell

deracinated
by war and terrorism
they’ve no place called home

beautiful roses
deracinated from beds
wilt in sterile urns

expats are expert
at deracination to
assimilation

~kat


Essence 23

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the orange fool went mad
now he’s a tool for Vlad

~kat

A little photoshop fun for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Essence Poem Challenge Day 23. What can I say? I needed a bit of comic relief from the madness of Washington. The bad news is assaulting us with dizzying rapidity these days. And if you know me, I could not let the month pass without poking at least once at the Orange Fool in Chief. One can wax poetic about the weather only so much. I hope it has the intended smile from you that I’m hoping for. I had fun creating it. Peace and perseverance y’all. It will be over soon, one way or the other, hopefully with no casualties, save the reputations of the complicit. Fortunately, we still have term limits.

 


Essence #21


calendars say it’s spring
but today, it’s snowing

~kat

Day 21 for Jane Dougherty’s daily Essence poem challenge…another sign that winter is a rude guest that has no trouble wearing out his welcome. I admit he looks beautiful doing it, but I am so over him!


Passion to Bliss

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fire and ice
the edge of lunacy
euphoria raging, white hot
to bliss

~kat

An American Cinquain – 2, 4, 6, 8, and 2 using synonyms only of the prompt words, Joy: bliss, euphoria and Fury: passion, fire, lunacy, rage, for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge.