Category Archives: Life Lessons

Stop…a Haiku


no means no, you know
just as stop means stop…stop…STOP

not maybe okay

~kat

For Haiku Horizons Haiku Challenge, prompt word, Stop.


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 6 August 2017


Most of you know I have a day job. Sometimes the day job encroaches my free time, launching me into an exhausting week of all work and no play, or in my case no time for writing. I managed to scribble out a few lines but I admit even the magnetic words felt overwhelming to me by week’s end.

Fortunately, since I began blogging, I have grown to appreciate the effectiveness of a 6 word story or a tweet. I’m bummed that I missed several of my favorite challenges this week. They were all good ones. I just couldn’t even…

But it makes me pay attention all the more to the words that did spill out of my brain this week, finding voice in prose or poetry. Six lines made it to the finish. There’s that number again. And today is the 6th day of August. Six…you have my attention. What are you trying to tell me? (So of course I am pausing here to look it up…be right back!)

From the site, mysticalnumbers, I learned:

*The number 6 is a symbol of completeness.
*Number 6 symbolizes beauty and high ideals.
*Number 6 is A Perfect Number. The *Pythagoreans acknowledged number 6 to be the first perfect number.
*Number 6 is the symbol of luck, the highest number of the dice.
*The number 6 is the symbol of Venus, the goddess of love.
*In the Tarot, six is the card of the Lover – The Lovers naturally symbolizes anything to do with the heart; love and also inner peace and harmony.
*June is the 6th month. (my birth month)
*The number 6 is the atomic number for carbon.
*The standard flute has six holes.
*The standard guitar has six strings.
*Insects have six legs.
*In the beehive honeycomb, the cells are six-sided.

And as I shared this week, I have lived on this planet 6 decades. It seems like such a small number but it is a perfect number. It is a symbol of completeness. What I glean from all this is that even though I was not allowed to spend more time writing, the words that I did find, and my simple little six line ReVerse, are a perfect representation of my life this past week.

My boss told me to be ready to hit the ground running this coming week. Looks like another week chasing a dollar. If only I didn’t need food and shelter to survive, I could spend all my hours writing. But would more words tell my story any more eloquently? I’ll hang onto that thought when I find only a moment, here and there, to write. There is perfection in brevity.

Peace out! Have a magical week! I’m ready. Here we go…to infinite perfection and beyond!

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 6 August 2017

your life is poetry in rhythm
Morning, you. I made coffee
cut flowers die
I don’t need to know all the answers
my tack is a pen
full moon dusking

~kat

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.


Sexagenarian Sagacity



Sexagenarian Sagacity

Six. It seems like such a small number. That’s how many decades I have lived on this planet; three score; sixty years and counting. 

When I survey the old lady in the mirror I see a face that is suddenly wrinkly and fuzzy like a peach. My hair is thinning. My belly is softening. My steps are more measured. My eyesight is fading. But there is a glimmer still, and a sense of contentment.

My quest for the secret of life doesn’t hold the urgency it once did. I don’t need to know all the answers. Six decades, three score, goes by in a blink; a mere dot on page of history. But I have found happiness along the way. A moment’s happiness is more than enough.

pencil scratch hash marks
inch up an old wall, love notes,
lost baby teeth, pearls,
patent leather go-go boots,
random memories to keep

life in full measure
bursts of smoldering passion
settling to dust

~kat
A Haibun/Tanka/Haiku for Colleen Chesebro’s Poetry Tuesday Challenge. Prompt words this week are: Hunt and Find (there are a few thesaurus aliases in this piece :))


Like Pie

Photo by SnapwireSnaps at Pixabay.com

Grandma always said, “Pie is all about the crust, honey. You can’t be too rough with it or it won’t come out right.”

Life is like pie crust. If you over (k)need the dough it won’t matter what sweetness you fill it with, it won’t come out right.

Wise woman, my Grandma!

~kat
(52 Words)

For Sacha’s 52 Word Story Challenge, prompt word: Pie.


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 23 July 2017


Grief likes to sneak up on us when we least expect it. Or at least that’s what we tell ourselves when it taps us on the shoulder to remind us it’s still hanging around. Whatever the loss, there are consequences for having cared about someone or something.

Some of us try to outsmart this inevitable reality of life. We detach from anything that might cause us pain.

But, we lose things every day. Ask me how many times I’ve lost my car keys in the past year…more than a few! We may lose an opportunity, our place in line at the grocery store, because we forgot to grab peanut butter when we were on aisle 5, or we might lose our way when the gps isn’t working and tells us to turn right…right into a corn field. We may even lose our marbles…well…maybe that last one is for another discussion…though I do remember how distressed I was at age 5 or 6 when I lost my prized blue cat’s eye beauty…

But of course, these not the types of loss I am referring to. In order to grieve it is required to have loved. I am certain that life would not be worth living if not for love. And there’s the rub.

What do we do when we love, but the object of that love leaves us? What do we do with the “maybe if’s”, the “wonder why’s”, the “if only’s”, the remorse we feel if we never had the chance to say goodbye…and the anger. What do we do with that?

We always think we need closure, but closure is not a cure for grief. There is no closure when we have fully loved. There is only figuring out what to do with that love when there’s nowhere to put it and no one to receive it. That’s grief.

But it doesn’t answer my question. What do we do? Especially if we believe a life without love is a life not worth living. Do we stop living? That’s a bit drastic, but sadly it is what some of us choose to do.

Now I am speaking from experience. I’ve been grieving of late and this is what I’ve learned. Just because the person or thing you lost isn’t here anymore does not mean you stopped loving them. (Read that last line again. Do you see it? You are still loving.)

When I find myself engulfed by waves of grief, I remember how fortunate I am. I acknowledge the fact that I have the capacity for a love so deep and wide that it hurts. Sure I miss the object of my affection, but oh how grand it was to have loved them. In fact, I love them still. That’s precisely why I am grieving…for love’s sake.

Finally, here’s the thing. Though it may sound a bit pie-in-the-sky delusional (I admit it); all this grateful, positive self-talk I’m gushing, there is one more thing I do when grief catches me by surprise. I let go and have a good cry. Sometimes I even rant and scream and get mad. And that’s okay. I let the pain wash over me. Then I remind myself why it hurts so much. Love. It’s worth it you know. Love is always worth living for.

Peace and Love everyone! Yes Love, with a capital L! “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.” ❤️

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 23 July 2017

baring her raw sweetness
…oh shit!
dancing with death, like lovers,
roots never mingling,
wishes fade like ash…
so get me that beer
al desko gourmets
echo from her pearl pink pith
withering on the vine
rhapsody in muted blue
then let me be
to offer sweet
relief from
summer’s bitter
stillness

~kat

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.