Category Archives: Life Lessons

Life Force – Magnetic Poetry Saturday

I embrace the growl

that haunts me from

the darkness of 

my heart…it is ferocious 

desire and longing…the

will to live and go on.


How Rude! – NaPoWriMo 2017 #21


Photo from Pixabay

“Oh I hate obnoxious people,”
the woman yelled,
just behind me
as I drank tea.

I thought,how ironic is that!’
Her loud chit-chat
filled the café,
drove guests away.

Such rudeness I could not endure.
I glared at her,
I had no choice,
“an indoor voice?!!!”

(NaPoWriMo 2017 #21 – A Minute Poem for today’s prompt: write a poem that incorporates overheard speech. This is a true story. 🙂 )

Birth of a Lie – NaPoWriMo 2017 #19


the birth of a lie

once upon a time, when words had meaning
when everyone believed that words were true
no living soul conceived they’d need to question
or turn a blind eye in the face of proof

it was a time of blissful innocence
until the day the first untruth took hold
‘twas only meant to spare another’s feelings
I’m sure you’d do the same, if truth be told

but oh what happened after its telling
the ignorance and bliss of those deceived
everyone agreed, it bore repeating
and so the lie, it grew like a bad seed

when naysayers tried hard to deny it
they were swiftly cast aside, reviled
greedy profiteers began to sell it
for blissful happiness, the crowds went wild

soon the truth was hidden twixt the pages,
and history rewritten, as preferred,
faux everything became the rage of ages
and truth was just an inconvenient blur

sometimes truth will show up unexpected
like a fragile flower amidst the weeds
you can recognize it using reason
don’t be surprised if nobody believes

kat – 19 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #19 – a dramatization of a creation myth…birth of a lie for today’s prompt in the form of a Fable Poem.)

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse -16 April 2017

It’s Easter for some of us. A day of hope, new life and rebirth after a season of darkness, denial of self and comfort. I remember when my greatest sacrifice during Lent was chocolate; only to be rewarded with a basket full of the stuff on Easter morning.

But these days I realize that some of the things I have let go of may never be restored. They cannot be found nested in fluorescent green faux grass in a brightly colored ribboned basket like chocolate eggs. and that is okay. With maturity comes reality.

I have given up more than chocolate on this, my 60th dark night of the soul. Most of it centers around my expectations and my optimistic view of the the world. It’s true. I generally believe that truth comes to light in the face of lies, that good overcomes evil, that love is more powerful than hate, that family is family, that all people are good and will do the right thing if given the opportunity.

This season I didn’t wrestle with cravings for sweets or any number of “things” that I vainly considered sacrifice in the past. This season I wrestled with truth and darkness and my belief that the world is a beautiful place. It’s not. Always. 

So I gave up my expectations. They’re a hard thing to let go of. They are so sweet on the tongue but they are bitter in the belly. Expectations contain a certain element of privilege…a quid pro quo for being honest and good and decent. This world, this life, don’t owe me anything.

I didn’t expect any sort of Easter morning basket of blessing this year. But surprisingly that is exactly what I received; just not in the places I normally expect to find them. Giving up my expectations allowed me to see things in a new light, to find blessings in the things I have spent a lifetime not noticing.

I rise today with new found hope surprised by grace. That’s better than chocolate. Really it is. You can trust me on that. Happy Easter.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse -16 April 2017

I can’t bring myself to close it, not yet
is it any wonder that we bleed
if they only knew how many dives, we played to get here.
pale full moon lunacy
with hearts black as coal
it’s all perception
unless you’re a rock
savor each moment’s bliss
shock and awfulness
the door was padlocked
no one ever suspected
people don’t really want to know
sympaths say “poor you”
noshing on beautiful chocolate cake,
i die a bit each day to pass the time,
a hint of summer in the air, raindrops



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. 😊

A Blink – NaPoWriMo 2017 #15

look at us,
two old people,
achy and cranky,
graying hair, eyes dimming
i still remember when
and how and where we met,
a hint of summer in the air, raindrops
on pebbles, the solstice moon,
the touch of your hand on my back,
how your lips tasted
that first time…
i remember
a blink
the distance
in between,
the better, the worst,
the sickness, the health,
the day in, day out,
turns and twists,
it’s all a blur
and now there’s this
two old people
look at us

~kat ~ 15 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 – Prompt: write about the middle or on between of something )

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