night light
it was a good day
‘midst the realities of life
I caught her smiling
~kat
It’s the small things that keep me going. I collect these moments, keeping them close to my heart and at the ready to draw upon when the going is rough. Like a candle in the distance on a dark, dark night. Yes, it was a very good day.
it’s the pain, stupid
there are moments
when you bark at me
“you’re driving too fast,
too slow, too close
to the road’s edge” as if
i am intent on killing us both
i forget in that hot minute
that it is the pain screaming, not you
not that i am entirely blameless, but
your wrath outweighs my crime
and in that bitter moment of raw
helplessness, I ignore the pain
that haunts you, that haunts us,
that thing we dare not name,
by joining your bloody diatribe
regretting my loss of control
the very second my defensive
outburst pollutes the space
between us, daggers stabbing
our silenced broken hearts,
our shared brokenness magnified…
when hope was a thing
I imagined you walking
when hope was a thing
i know I can’t possibly
fathom the relentless pain
you’re suffering, the endless hours
trying sleep it away, the losses…
your career, your plans, your
independence…the least I can
do is drive…just drive,
please forgive my forgetfulness
the pain has changed you…
changed us both
“How are YOU doing?”
a friend asked the other day
tears gave me away
~kat
Well, it’s been a week. In review I realized I even missed a day! I had no idea! As I mentioned today, I have several unfinished poems. I present them to you here…Fibs minus 1. Feel free to finish them in the comments … 8 syllables, or not. Maybe they don’t need to be “finished”.
Fib Minus 1 Poem Dump
1-
no
one
ever
said it would
be easy, but that’s life
2-
break
of
dawn when
light meets dark
dreams fade into mist
3-
storm
clouds
blossom
into view
slow, intentional
Fib Minus-2 Poem Dump
pale
moon
crescent
And…a Full Fib that didn’t make the cut.
when
truth
threatens
opinions
lies gain a foothold
distorting all reality
You get the picture. This week was a little scattered!
But most importantly, my lesson this week as a full time caretaker with a full time job is this: don’t forget to be kind and take care of yourself while you’re taking care of others. It’s a good reminder.
I’m so grateful, truly, for this oasis, where I can pour my thoughts out. Have a wonderful week.
ReVerse Poem - Sunday, 23 July 2023
wind whips through the trees
birds
emerge
out loud
the air lingering, flower blushed
what ails you?
~kat
Oh, and before I send this…an update on the Carolina Wren brood…it’s been one week since they emerged from their shells! Mom and dad have been stellar parents providing the chicks with plenty of bugs (it’s what’s on the menu). I managed to get a peak into the nest. We’re thinking four…maybe five hungry mouths to feed. One more week before they fledge… amazing!!!
Do you ever wonder if other generations faced times like these? The growing polarization, mass shootings, book banning, rewritten history, hatred, lies, lost rights and freedoms for certain groups, unprovoked conflicts, injustice…I’m sure there are more grievances to be listed here. I’m exhausted just thinking about it. But we humans have been around for eons. We have survived, plagues, unscrupulous leaders, civil wars, injustice, crusades, and the like before, and I dare say we will survive this chapter of our checkered history.
If you think this time is something new, it’s not really. A different cast of characters and situations perhaps but it’s the same fatal flaws that have plagued previous generations. We say that those who don’t know history are doomed to repeat it. It’s simpler than that really. History repeats itself again and again because we are who we are. Humanity hasn’t changed much, just the scenery. So what does that say about us? Hang in there…don’t lose hope…we’ll get through this season. If history can repeat itself, so can our resiliency to emerge, to overcome and to thrive! Peace to you…we’ve got this!
A ReVerse Poem Sunday, 9 July 2023
I should take shelter but I’m transfixed
by an an invitation to pause, to breathe, to be
freedom for the chosen
at least to me it’s not a thing
a flash of crimson caught my eye
we say we miss the good old days
no amount of sun will burn this fog away
~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.
we need more
kindness, more
compassion
it is fear
of others
that broke us
hugs were once
innocent
I miss touch
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
it takes time
for some plants
to bounce back
uprooted
repotted
in new soil
like caged birds
who forgot
how to fly
~kat
Today is the last day of the Tricube. I enjoyed this form very much. It challenged a fair amount. Three syllables can get tricky. As in life it’s best to keep things simple. Tomorrow we will explore another micropoetry form, the Pleiades. Have a great weekend!
Tricubes
Here are the rules of tricubes:
• Each line contains three syllables.
• Each stanza contains three lines.
• Each poem contains three stanzas.
So we’re talking cubes in mathematical terms (to the third power). No rules for rhymes, meter, etc. Just three, three, and three.
like mercury colliding... 