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Sunday’s ReVerse Poem – 27 September 2020

it’s been a few weeks of random. Some days I was inspired to write several poems. Others, I struggled to find words. Several jots never made it past my notepad. Working from home in our new weird alternate reality has taken a toll on me, I’m afraid. Sleep has eluded me. But I’m not giving up nor am I giving in. Baby steps. A word here, a flash of brilliance there. Like two pieces of flint tapping together, I know eventually there will be a spark great enough to ignite the fire in me again. And like a phoenix I’ll spread my wings and rise from the ash. For now I’m tending to necessary self-care. Working on getting more sleep. Watching less news. Staying safe. This is my favorite season. That is the one true thing that sustains me.

Peace and kindness to you. Pass it on. ❤️

Sunday’s ReVerse Poem – 27 September 2020


and yet still, she blooms,

that you are lost for good, I fear.

nothing to see here, all is great

I forgot to lock my head

one day I plan to be

as if we needed more heartbreak…

apple cider, cinnamon steeped, nips my tongue

~kat


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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 past few months!


Sunday’s ReVerse – 6 September 2020

I had to scroll back weeks to find where I left off to glean snapshots of my thoughts for this ReVerse. It’s been an exhausting summer. It’s been an exhausting year. 2020. In hindsight will our vision become clearer? It’s hard to say, I suppose. This year isn’t over yet. I believe we have a fighting chance if we are able to elect a new president here in the states, with an experienced and competent team of experts at the helm. They will have a lot to clean up. Another four years of this nightmare would…well, let’s not go there just yet. I’m holding out hope that people of good will will do the right thing and vote for decency and sanity. But what do I know?

In the meantime I am determined to write more and angst less. It’s a tall order for my empathic monkey brain! And my muse? Poor thing. I’m afraid I’ve sent her into hiding more often than not these days. She doesn’t take kindly to brooding. But it is time to make peace with her and myself and do what I do. Write my heart and soul out. It may not always be pretty, but at least I’ll be keeping it real, and myself from the abyss!

I do hope this coming week is a good one for you…for all of us. Counting my blessings…I have a home, food to eat, a four-day a week job (the fifth day was furloughed…but hey, it’s a job), I have people who love me, animals that follow me everywhere, and my soul. What more could a body need? Suffice to say I am grateful this sunny Sunday as I take a moment to breathe. Peace and love all. ❤️


Sunday’s ReVerse – 6 September 2020

it’s going to be a slow recovery
it’s the little things you know
like a kiss, soft, slow,
in its sweetness, charged
amidst a sea of jewels rising
here, safe, well, solitary bliss…
I’ll never say I told you so
I bite my tongue and bide the time
remember to breathe
while the world burns
as the nights grow long

~kat


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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 past few months!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 12 July 2020

I heard my first mourning dove this morning at my new house. When I lived in the city, they were regular residents on the power lines, nesting in the eaves. But here in the woods I had not seen one. I wondered if mourning sieves were just city dwellers. The following clip is something I found that speaks of the symbolism when a mourning dove happens by…

“Doves teach us that, regardless of external circumstances, peace is always a touch a way – within us – and always available. It is said that if a dove flies into your life, you are being asked to go within and release your emotional disharmony. The dove helps us to rid the trauma stored deep within our cellular memory. Doves carry the energy of promise. When inner conflicts are banished from our thoughts, words and feelings, goodness awaits.

The dove’s roles as spirit messenger, maternal symbol and liaison impart an inner peace that helps us to go about our lives calmly and with purpose.”

I must admit, I’ve been a bit stressed lately. Reduced hours at work, sheltering in, how long has it been? The days run together. My partner is having surgery tomorrow. Worry. It’s a silly niggling emotion, and what good does it do? What will be will be. Worrying just diverts me from the present moment. It causes me to hold my breath. I know what I need to do. Close my eyes in the fullness of the moment…and breathe. Hearing that dove this morning reminded me of that.

I managed just a few entries this week, but just enough. Just enough is in no way a negative thing. Some people might assume that it means I am settling, but there is an important distinction to my just enough…gratefulness and the peace in knowing that I have everything I need. I have a home that fits me just right, my health, family, friends, animals that depend on me and love me unconditionally, I have a job that pays the bills. Yes, I am grateful and my life is just enough.

And so, while I didn’t manage to write every day this week, what I did write was enough to craft this three-line reflection of the week that was. Each time I reread it I breathe in and sigh. “Peace is a touch away”…yes it is!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 12 July 2020

the hum of gratitude whispered,
the night’s embrace,
days like this happen once in a blue

~kat


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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 – 5 July 2020

Sunday is almost over. It has been a long weekend, literally. Another holiday in the US. Another weekend of people acting badly, gathering in large groups, unmasked, as new cities log record outbreaks of the virus. It’s starting to wear on me. My hours, and consequently my pay has been dramatically reduced. We’re managing. I am grateful to have a job.

But social distancing and working remotely has taught me that it is just a job. Not worth the heart and soul that I once put into it. Staying home these past months has reminded me that I have a life. And I love my life. It’s going to be hard going back to normal because normal was a rat race. One thing I am determined to do is to set better boundaries. My job doesn’t own me. It’s a means to live my life. And life is good and beautiful and worth protecting. I’ll still do my job. I’m good at what I do. But on my terms. I have a life to live!

Stay safe, be well. Until next time…peace.


Sunday’s ReVerse – 5 July 2020

shadows fall between
ghosts from the dark days of our broken past
‘midst brief bursts, sunlit blue
I worry for them, poor lost sheep
i have weathered, how many autumns
in the stillness
and what it leaves
your heartlessness is on display
only touching at dawn
a dream leaves no trace

~kat


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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 two).


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 14 June 2020

How could I have known last autumn that today I would find myself cocooned in a sea of green having shed mountains of dusty dross along the journey. We hadn’t planned to move, to buy a little house on a hill in the foothills. To sell the city house that had grown too large. And yet it all happened as if preordained. We were well moved in and sold the old house days before the pandemic shut the world down. The timing of it all, breathtaking in precision, though I was not fully sure any of it would happen at the time.

For months now I have sheltered in place in this healing oasis far from the hustling bustle, visited occasionally by deer and squirrels, and roused each morning by the sun peering through the trees and bird song. Who knew I needed to be here in this place in this time? I was certainly clueless at the onset of this upheaval in my life. We hadn’t planned this; most certainly, we did not, and yet…

I am amazed each day by how right it feels, how perfect, how healing. How I love the silence. How my soul swells with each breath. I am learning to how let go and be. It’s a scary thing to consider at first, but little by little this latest of life’s adventures is teaching me to trust that no amount of planning can prepare me for this. Being is powerful and awesome and dare I say, peaceful, like the calm in the eye of a storm. We speak of the calm before a storm, but I am learning that there is also a deep calm that settles to one’s bones after a storm has passed. The questions that haunt me, why, where, when, or how melt away. That there are new lessons to be learned, my teachers singing from the starry canopy at night, from the shaded hollows amist the trees, from the earth rumbling gently beneath my feet. And I am grateful, oh so grateful be here and now.

Peaceful Sunday to you. Stay safe, be well, and always, all ways be kind not only to others but to yourself!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 14 June 2020

I look in the mirror, on the edge
whistling empty in reverence
the breeze…a breath of peace
leaves dance on the breeze
the earth grows wild and free

~kat


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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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