Category Archives: Poetry

Sunday’s Week in Re-Verse ~ 17 January 2016

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It’s Sunday, and time to lift a thought or two from each post of this past week. What an interesting week it was!

Several photo fiction challenges took rather dark turns. Overcast settings, abandoned places. Something in the air…or maybe the water? The word prompts were slightly more upbeat, but I was already on a downward spiral, so it’s understandable that my own dark side reared its head, taking out a few unsuspecting ice crystals along the way. So sorry you had to witness that! 😜

Unsolved cases, happy rescues, wrongs righted, criminals thwarted… thingifications (not to be confused with thingamajigs or thingamabobs) – hey, it’s a word. Someone on the internet said so! And remembering to breath while the moon keeps secrets to herself amidst big foot sightings. I do hope you’re breathing right now…I am feeling a bit breathless after all that!

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It does seem a bit strange looking back this week. I feel a tad bit like Alice (of wonderland fame). But all is well. And it’s all good. For someone who loves words and writing them, it was a very good week indeed!

On an administrative note, I decided to tweak this series’ title to “Sunday’s Week in Re-Verse” …a combination of two words “review/repeat” and “verse”. This weekly series has been and continues to be a work in progress after all.

So there you have it. And here it is, my look back, line by line, at the week that was.

Sunday’s Week in Re-Verse ~ 17 January 2016

He never played hide and seek again.
Fire and ice collide at dawn.
Hope springs eternal
if not for the rain.
mystified wide-eyed dreamers
you hope for admiration…
Old moon growing dark
Between once upon
“Yeah yeah, well here’s what ya’ came for.”
Welcome to my world!
“Are you okay ma’am?”
is a utopian myth
imagining him human
A reckless notion
‘oft uttered by “tools”
in a world filled with suffering, how tragic.
He was old school.

~ kat

If you’re new to this blog, a bit of background to explain the verse above. It is a line from each poem or prose from the previous week. Lifted and placed in the order written. A snapshot review of the week. It helps me to prepare for the upcoming week with a clean slate.

 


Hidden Potion – A Limerick

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Created using a free editable photo from PICSART.

Hidden away in an attic
’twas a potion believed to be magic
with the power to heal
it remained there concealed
in a world filled with suffering, how tragic!

kat ~15 January 2016

A limerick in response to Mind and Life Matters weekly Limerick Challenge. This week’s prompt word: Magic. Read others or enter your own limerick HERE.


Reify – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

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Happy Friday! Today’s Dictionary.com Word of the Day is quite conceptual in nature, while also being rather concrete in meaning. In addition to its general definition, as reflected in the graphic above, it has been applied in reference to Marxism (Click here to read more on that from Wikipedia. ) or regarded as a fallacy of ambiguity according to this wiki source:

From Wikipedia:

“Reification (also known as concretism, hypostatization, or the fallacy of misplaced concreteness) is a fallacy of ambiguity, when an abstraction (abstract belief or hypothetical construct) is treated as if it were a concrete, real event, or physical entity. [1][2] In other words, it is the error of treating something which is not concrete, such as an idea, as a concrete thing. A common case of reification is the confusion of a model with reality: “the map is not the territory”.

Reification is part of normal usage of natural language (just like metonymy for instance), as well as of literature, where a reified abstraction is intended as a figure of speech, and actually understood as such. But the use of reification in logical reasoning or rhetoric is misleading and usually regarded as a fallacy.”

OY!…is your brain hurting yet? Perhaps I should rethink exploring these “words of the day” as a morning practice! I promise, I am not a masochist! To preserve my sanity and brain cells I do sometimes need to let these challenges simmer a bit while my brain acclimates to the shock of being set into high gear.

Today was one of those days! Not to worry…I came up with a handful of haiku. I will leave you with this last thought…an excerpt from LogosJournal’s exploration of the history of the word:

As a synonym of ‘thingification,’ the inverse of personification, reification metaphorically refers to the transformation of human properties, relations, processes, actions, concepts, etc. into res, into things that act as pseudo-persons, endowed with a life of their own. Depending on the grammatical subject of reification – who reifies what: is it the analyst who reifies the concepts or is it society that alienates the subjects? – the transformation of human properties, social relations, abstract concepts, etc. into things, types and numbers can operate both on an epistemological and on a social level.

I rather like reification’s synonyms…”thingification” or “to thingify” as in reify… now this, I get! I have provided the synonym for you if you haven’t had your coffee yet. Now I think it’s time for a nap!  🙂

Reify in Haiku

The past reified (thingified)
is a utopian myth
doomed to a repeat?

some reify (thingify) god
imagining him human
reveals lack of faith.

A reckless notion
is corporate personhood
reification (thingification)?

to say “piece of meat”
is crude reification (thingification)
‘oft uttered by “tools”.

kat ~ 15 January 2016


Eternity’s Bridge

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Here
within
this moment,
pause, suspended
between once upon
and come what may,
midway there
from here
to
now
let go
be present
breathe in, breathe out
practice mindfulness
eternity
in theory
is not
when.

kat ~ 13 January 2016

A descending/ascending nonet for Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge this week. The challenge is to write a short poem using the prompt “Bridge”. If you would like to read other poems or enter your own, please click HERE.
 


Waning Crescent

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Like a Cheshire Cat
Luna dons a crescent smile
Old moon growing dark.

kat ~ 12 January 2016