the winds come and the trees hold ground for their roots run deep and wide from seedling to sapling to towering timber they have learned to bend when the tempests rage
the winds come and the house holds firm for it was built on a solid foundation from brick, to plank, to shingled roof its walls crafted to shelter kith and kin when the tempests rage
the winds come and i shall keep this space sacred for my ancestors, my children, myself from maiden to mother to crone i've grown in perseverance, grace, resilience when the tempests rage
I don’t mind being encroached upon by the invasive species of these foothills… blackberry brambles hug the long driveway to my house on the hill bursting with fruit I don’t mind that the deer, the squirrels, the rabbits, chickadees, finches, cardinals, and wrens will glean most of this year’s bounty… I don’t even mind sharing with bullish, boisterous bluejays I’ll happily savor my annual handful of luscious sweets, fingers stained a lovely shade of purple-blue how gracious my neighbors are sweetly serenading me, gracing me with visits that take my breath they don’t mind me trudging noisily along the wood’s edge rustling them from their burrows and perches…they don’t mind being encroached upon by me…
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.
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
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!!!
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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