breath less
it’s the wind’s
bellowing
blustering
breath
of heaven sent
challenging me
to bend, not break
to dance with grace
less
about standing ground
more about letting
go…the fear, the pain
until all that’s left
is my soul, washed clean
~kat
Really enjoying the Cadae poetry form. Peace to you on this lovely day! 💞
sevenling (the caregiver)
because i do, and have loved you
for all these beautiful years…decades
through the best and worst, in health, in sickness…til death
vows i didn’t take lightly then
or now, as the piper comes to collect his due
i am a better person for it, because of you
exhausted, not from service, but from watching you suffer
-kat 2023 day two
Another Sevenling on this second day of 2023.
surrender
a flutter
dry leaves pitter-pat
a whisper
the winds come
this season of letting go
to pluck death from us
to help us
let go of the things
we cling to
the wind swells
when we’re ready to move on
in our hearts we know
it is time
there’s no avoiding
the sickle
or the wind
a wise soul will surrender
to know true freedom
~kat
A trio of Shadormas that I’ve been chewing on for weeks. Peace and love to you wherever you happen to be on the journey! ❤️
I thought this was a good time for a look back. Autumn has taken hold full force here on Bramlett Mountain, with the leaves blushing orange, gold, and crimson and the trees letting them go to ride the wind. The hummingbirds have set flight to the tropics. The days are growing shorter and the mornings are dusted lightly with frost.
As I reflected on the past several months of poems that made it to the page despite my too busy life, I was struck by how moved I was to read the words again. It’s been an unsettling time for the world at large, and in my own corner of it, having let go yet another life-long companion to the rainbow. Four sweet souls this year. Gone. I don’t know that I have fully grieved for each of them as their departures came too soon…always too soon…before I could catch my breath, another and another.
Because of all this, it seems my writing is tinged with melancholy. And yet joy has a way of breaking through even in the darkest of times. Nature reminds us it’s time to let go, to slow down, to rest. I’m listening. How ripe am I for resting, for breathing deeply…for letting go!
A ReVerse Poem - Sunday, October 16, 2022
despair is like a tidal wave
there is not much that can be said
your dreams are clinging on the brink
the wind rushed trees, the sky, dark gray
there’s a special place in hell for you,
just beyond the veil, while we weep
joy breaks through
of resilience, audacity, of life..
as most lives go, pendulums swing
as the world grows darker by the day
the bitter and the sweet
you will wonder where time’s gone,
to embrace moments of joy,
how odd it feels
like a whisper summer fades
fall leaves, gone with the wind
~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.
like mercury colliding... 