lonely, fat bird…
what are you doing
rustling here in the
leaves? don’t you
know night is long
and sanctuary is
always above?
~kat
A true story. I came home to find this lost little soul wandering in my yard…I hope she finds her way home…
(Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit)
I’m not sure what to make of this week’s ReVerse. It started out so sweet, twisting into darkness but in the end, a glimmer of hope.
It’s rather like looking into a mirror. Sometimes our best intentions go awry. Sometimes when we think we’re doing the right thing for all the right reasons we realize the reasons become more important than the right thing.
I apologize if all this seems a bit nonsensical. I don’t mean for it to be. One thing I do know for certain. There is always hope. No matter how dark things get. No matter how bleak the prospect of overcoming the impossible seems, there is hope for healing and restoration.
And if things don’t eventually work out as you hoped they would, there is grace in tiny doses to help you through your dark night of soul. There is always grace.
We are complicated beings. It’s true, we sometimes appear to be one extreme or the other…good or bad, dark or light. I suppose the honest truth of being authentic means recognizing that we have the propensity for both sides. It is the stinging stark reality of looking in the mirror and seeing ourselves as flawed that leads us to the greatest revelation of all. And eventually to grace, forgiveness and healing. Not from some ethereal other, but from ourselves. Only then can we find it in ourselves to love others truly, unconditionally. Only then.
Peace, love and healing to you this week. Be gentle with yourself. ❤️
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 21 May 2017
She cares for us always
Pure Love feels like this
She glanced at the glass of water
la femme bête noire
nested they, in great arch-trees
when you are at a crossroad
…it was bedlam
Something sweet, but not too sweet.
leave mothering to others
fools with no conscience
always open to healing
~kat
A shi sai or 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 shi sai features the words of one writer,providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.
broken hearts are not
always open to healing
some bleed poison
devoured by desire
~kat
Magnetic Poetry, Poet Kit
Today’s word of the day from Dictionary.com is Purloin. It “entered English in the 1400s from late Middle English purloynen, from Anglo-French purloigner “to put off, remove.” “ In our present usage it means to take dishonestly; steal; filch; pilfer and to commit theft; steal. The Merriam-Webster dictionary adds another element to the basic definition: appropriate wrongfully and often by a breach of trust.
In my usual google search I found that it is a popular word, used in poetry, literature and journalism. My favorite newsie headline is this tidbit from KWCH News:
Topeka man accused of trying to peddle crate of purloined steaks at hookah bar.
…and this one from USA Today:
A simple game about flinging fowl at purloining pigs, Angry Birds carved itself an astounding niche in mobile gaming but it’s not the only game in town.
Speaking of birds, I found the quintessential example of purloiners of the avian variety. Nasty birds, called parasitic brooders who pilfer and overtake the nests of other species, often tossing the original eggs or even eating them, in order to deposit their own. If that is not horrible enough, these shady breeders then abandon their eggs and leave the raising of their chicks to the nest owners. If host bird’s chicks do happen to survive the initial scourge of egg destruction, they often find themselves fighting a losing battle against their larger, ravenous, foreign sibling at feeding time, eventually starving to death. Some brood parasites include the cuckoo and the brown-headed cowbird. Read more HERE.
Of course birds are not the only species that purloin, but I’ll leave those other examples to your imagination! Here are a few Haiku.
Plagiarists purloin
inspiring words as their own
fools with no conscience
Cuckoo bird mothers
leave mothering to others
purloining their nests
~kat
Old King Teflon
There once was an old king named Teflon.
He did what he pleased; it was bedlam!
For a while he was slick,
no indictments would stick,
‘til a crack jammed with truth spelled corruption!
-kat
like mercury colliding... 