Category Archives: Reverse Poem

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 12 May 2019

And just like that, she was gone. This week brought news of the passing of an old friend. We had a peculiar relationship, connecting decades ago through poetry on an online message group. We were internet friends, but so much more. We met in the flesh for a brief brilliant moment. It was the summer solstice, I recall, a magical time when we “wise women” (the name of our writing group) decided we needed to connect beyond our computer screens. That weekend we discovered the power of soul connection under the light of a full moon.

When the message board platform ended, we “sisters” disbursed like whirligigs on the wind. That is, until the next cyber platform, Facebook, opened the door and many of us found each other again. How could we not. It was the fates that brought us together time and again after all, and it is the fates who will ultimately decide when this incarnation for each of us will end.

I shall miss my faraway friend’s light and words. But the truth is, she is still here in my heart, her words swirling in my head. Memories, anecdotes, words of wisdom, sound advice. I am forever changed for having known her. And I do believe we will meet again. I’m not sure how or when. I just know we will.

Sail on “M”. It’s been real.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 12 May 2019

that I could lose myself so completely
to entertain the ramblings of a fool
people go crazy over a little rain
not a destination, it’s a circle
search for more
inform our steps to guide us through the haze
or at least try
the true value of a life fully lived
muted
to hear her heartbeat one more time

~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 – 5 May 2019

“It’s complicated.” How many times have we heard that? Ask anyone about love and it’s the answer you might get as they shuffle their feet, look down for a few seconds, then slowly, head tilted, gaze up at you with a twinkle in their eye. Better to have love and lost than…we all know the saying. We humans live for love. It gives our lives meaning while holding our hearts ransom to the whims of brokenness. Because, let’s face it, we’re all a bit broken. And that makes the fact that someone could love us seem all the more improbable, all the more rare.

Love makes us do crazy things. It makes us deny ourselves and our best interests. It makes heroes of us. And victims. It is a many splendored thing as the song says. Love feels exhilarating and excruciating in a single breath. We seem to have a love-hate relationship with love.

What would you do; what have you done for love? I know, I know, it’s complicated. I wish it weren’t. What a different world this would be if we just let ourselves be love. We were made for this, after all. Somewhere between that first light, our first breath and the darkness, our last, we have forgotten. But just imagine it, can you, for even a second? Dare I say love doesn’t need to be complicated. Not when we remember we are love.

Oh I don’t know. Maybe I’m a fool. I’ll blame it on this week’s ReVerse. And the fact that this morning I paused for a moment to notice a rose on my morning walk. Her petals were drooping under the weight of raindrops. She was bit wild looking. In fact, she didn’t even look like a rose, or at least not the perfect cluster of petals we have come to idolize. And yet she still smelled sweet. She was undeniably a rose. Try to explain that to someone, I thought. Most of us recognize that even a jumbled mess of petals battered by the rain is a rose, even if it doesn’t look perfect. You could say, it’s complicated, but the truth is a rose is a rose and maybe, just maybe love is, because love is, if we let it be.

Sorry for rambling. I’m not sure any of this makes sense today. I’m not convinced it needs to. Peace and love. Peace and love.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 5 May 2019

just like that; there are days when I hesitate
from your kisses
I felt the rush of something…was it wind?
Pass ‘em to me then. I’m not shy
we’re an oddity at best
a wisp, a hint
sleeves, broken hearts,
it costs our soul
keepers risk being owned by the tellers
there’ll be no rest
let the fiddler play

~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 – 28 April 2019

It’s a beautiful Sunday where I live. The sun is shining, the sky is blue; there are a few clouds, the white wispy kind, and there’s a lovely cool breeze. Yes, the world at large is still going bananas. All I need to do is turn on the news to be bombarded with all the crazy, but sometimes you just need to take a break from it all. Or at least I do. And that is exactly what I am doing. I’m chilling today.

Time to clean the slate then, with a glance back in the form of a reverse poem. Yes the past week was a bit wacky. Aren’t they all. But I’m taking advantage of this tiny bit of heaven while I can.

Peace y’all!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 28 April 2019

while headless chickens race around like rats
judgment over fabricated scandals,
those who dare, rise in humility, to challenge twisted liberty,
grains of sand
We’ve got company
my fierce predator, roams the halls at night
weaves to the heart, returning
how beautiful, how still, the muffled hills
Sawetness everywhere
I remember
but things will never be the same
I’ve heard the veil’s thin ‘tween here and heaven

~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 – 21 April 2019

Happy Easter to those who celebrate! Happy Pesach to others. Happy 39 moons to my youngest daughters, twins. Happy Spring!! The irises are finally in bloom while the dogwoods cling to heavy fading petals. The weekend slips away. Make the most of it my friends. Tomorrow presents a clean slate to write upon. It will be great or at least it can be. This story, your story, and how it ends is up to you! Peace out!


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 21 April 2019

this ship will write itself in the end
it’s the unknown, that’s threatening
don’t weep for me
we’re comfortable in an old shoe kind of way,
why would anyone pay
grateful am I for nothing less, for less is more that way
they are wiser than they know…
I fear I have devoured her completely
yes these yahoos will become yesterday’s yarn
his words haunt me still

~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 – 14 April 2019

Happy Sunday! It’s raining today, but I’m not complaining. Spring rains that settle the pollen that is floating in the air like snowflakes, are my friend. I know some of you can relate. It’s getting worse they say in the news, with longer spells of pollen, my state being one of the worst. But you didn’t come here to hear me talk about the weather or pollen. It is this week’s ReVerse that is the star of the show. A fine reVerse at that, full of words that I’ve let flow as you know if you’ve been following me. Lots of words in fact, and a rollercoaster of emotions colored this past week. Just like life, the NaPoWriMo prompts have been challenging and wonderful. And I for one am grateful for this opportunity to empty my head in more than micro-spurts, keeping the muse entertained in all her revery. It is spring after all. The ground is greening, trees and flowers are blooming. I could get used to this. What bliss! No matter that it’s raining still, it is the perfect time to stay inside, sip some jasmine tea and write. Have a wonderful week!

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 14 April 2019

bliss, that’s all i need to know
stones to gather
jump the shark if you dare
we sure are gonna miss you
I’m afraid my genes are laced with lunacy
limp locks a-drooping from curly-topped crowns,
who am i, but flesh and blood,
my dreams faded over time
fleeting childhood memories etched in my heart

~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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