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Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 5 April 2020

nightfallI used to live for weekends. We all did. During the week, 40 odd hours were not our own. We belonged to businesses, our bosses, the offices and cubicles, the worksites and workplaces that paid the bills and if we were lucky, we managed a few pennies to tuck away or spend on the glorious weekend. Our time. 

But these days many of us find the lines blurred between work and home. Our weekend destinations are shuttered. We are rattle around in our houses forced to find new ways to entertain ourselves. 

It’s hard not to write about this strange new normal we are all living. I suppose it is only normal to write from what one knows, and for me, for now, sheltering in, working from home, waiting for the storm to pass is what I know. 

I used to think of myself as solitary, contemplative. I liked being at home, keeping to myself, but for daily conversations with the Muse and snuggling with my furry housemates. But when forced to shelter in place, home changed. It feel less and less like the sanctuary I once loved. 

It takes effort to find new ways to notice my surroundings and to appreciate them. In fact, I am finding that there are all sorts of things I’ve never noticed before. Every moment is an opportunity to find the hidden treasures that have been here all along. I realize before this new reality, I had been living a superficial existence, content to exist on the surface of the familiar. But oh, the things I’ve missed in my busyness! I shall never take my freedom to move about in the world for granted going forward. But I have also fallen in love with the home that shelters and sustains me; the place that grounds me, where I can lay my head to sleep, the place where my soul keeps. 

Happy Sunday. Stay safe and well. Peace…


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 5 April 2020

i’m just listening to the wind
kitsch, in full, on crude display
crimson flushed, vexed by this calamity’s cruel din
it is quiet, oh so quiet, but for chattering birdsong, and rustling
don’t believe in everything you see
my mind won’t let me go to sleep

~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.


Sunday’s ReVerse – March 29, 2020

We will be forever changed when this storm passes. And pass it will, though some of us will not live to see it. My hope is that those of us left behind emerge from our seclusion with a new appreciation for each other, gratefulness and respect for the heroes in our midst, not celebrities or athletes or Marvel masked characters or high level politicians, but the healthcare workers, the first responders, the restauranteurs who are keeping us fed, some delivering to our doors, the grocery store clerks, the delivery drivers, the mail carriers…those who press on and serve us at a distance and in our time of great need. Thank you. Thank you all.

Staying inside to stop the spread, as so many of us have been called to do, is such a small price to pay to help us all arrive safely on the other side. We will all be forever changed. Hopefully, we will emerge a kinder people. We are truly in this together.

Stay safe, stay well, be kind, breathe. Today’s reVerse, gleaned over the past few months, kind of says it all. I’ll leave you with that! Peace to you my friends. Peace. ❤️


Sunday’s ReVerse – March 29, 2020

gentle dark descending
through shuttered curtain slits,
Until next glimpse…
each day, the simple gift of life
death looms in the shadows seeking
in silver and want
morning’s icy breath lingered
if only for a season
but here behind these looming walls,
soft blush of blooms on the breeze
on pause, love draws near…from a distance
causing me to sigh
soon comes the dawn

~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.(or in this case, the last several months).


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 29 September 2019

Is it Sunday already?! This week has been a whirlwind! Long hours at work…I know, I know, I’m sure you’re getting tired of hearing about that. Why don’t I retire already! Believe me I’m counting the days! 1,099 days to be exact. But as a middle-middle class citizen in this country, I will need to work past my official retirement age. It’s the reality of the baby boomer generation, and it draws the ire of younger generations who wish we would just move on, and free up the jobs they covet. We’re not leaving, because we can’t afford to. Sorry kids.

But I have to admit, I’m getting tired of the bullshit. Of working long hours to line the pockets of greedy shareholders. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful to have a job. But things need change in this country where the rich get richer and the rest of us toil.

It’s why I am a progressive. It’s why I care about those who are struggling. It’s why I believe we are all deserve a chance at life, liberty and happiness…those things that our constitution promises us. It’s why I choose to be kind. Why my heart breaks again and again as I watch people vote to support a government that separates children from parents, that believes women are best controlled and kept in their place, that destroys our natural resources, that refuses to acknowledge science, that cozies up to dictators while dismissing our long standing alliances with other democracies, our allies, our friends. It’s got to change, and I believe it will. We are on the cusp, I think. And it’s Autumn. My favorite season. Letting go…I’m still working on that. It’s harder than the trees make it look.

Peace to you. Tomorrow is a new week. Yay…


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 29 September 2019

be still my heart
one step closer to
letting go
sparing none
the winds of autumn
edge of tangled twilight
no looking back
found in a moment
bits of soul
life unaware
no peace

~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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 22 September 2019

I took some poetic liberty with today’s ReVerse lifting single words from my favorite lines instead of penning the entire line; still sequential, still a snapshot of last week…a reVerse condensed. But I love this week’s stream of consciousness.

On this eve of Autumn my heart is singing. It is my favorite season. Cooling, shorter days, bursts of jewel tone colors, the crunch of leaves and acorns underfoot, the smell of wood burning, first puffs of smoke from chimneys on cool nights, the rustling of squirrels gathering for winter, the mournful last songs of crickets at dusk, pumpkins, gourds, silver corn stalk bundles, the abundance of earthy root vegetables, harvest celebrations, sunflowers, soup simmering on the stove, wafts of garlic, celery and onion melding, bread, sweet and buttery warm, fresh from oven…

I love this season of letting go and settling in, of longer nights, the flicker of candle light and crackling hearths. And I love this week’s ReVerse poem. Out of a week’s worth of words, a harvest of beautiful words. It’s a pity Autumn can’t last all year, but then again, I’d miss the snow, the blooming buds, flowers, trees, bursting lush and verdant, dancing in the breeze, thunder storms, days that last forever…

Autumn is just a sleep away. I am so excited!!! There’s just one thing…I think I’ll pass on that pumpkin-spiced latte! 😉 I’m more of a mulled cider, mead kinda girl…Cheers…Skål…Sláinte…Santé…Prost…Salute!!!!!! Until we meet again!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 22 September 2019

twilight to tranquility
unearthed
casting shadows
touch
cool on skin, breath
void of the light
wrapped in the night
those who dream

~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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 15 September 2019

It’s been one of those weeks. Long days at work. Busy weekend working. To say I’m tired is an understatement. But it was also a good week. I got a lot accomplished so there’s that.

An update on the mama cat, who we now call Matilda, the black kitten, who will henceforth be known as Schrodinger and our Frankie, the runt, who is now already 5 and a half pounds of spitfire. They are all healthy and thriving. Matilda was spayed – no more kittens for her and Schrodinger is scheduled for his neuter in a few weeks. I had been making great strides with Matilda until the spay. She is a grudge holder, it seems, and is slowly warming up to me again. It’s a good thing I am patient. As for Schrodinger? He is proving just as elusive as he was under our porch. Finding, I’m guessing, a perfect nook to hide in. He lives up to his name. This weekend we also helped transport a very pregnant mama beagle to her foster home. She was found in a shelter and rescued, thank goodness.

In a world where kindness is hard to come by, I try to do my part every day, not only with human folk, but with the least among us. Creatures big and small. The homeless, the hungry, the innocent. It gives me purpose. It connects me to what is important. Kindness. We need it more now than ever.

Have a wonderful week! ❤️


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 15 September 2019

terror
move on
set up defenses
adorned in golden mist
gray clouds heavy with rain
we’re expected to outgrow
swevens
in the mist

~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.


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