between the light and dark,
the hot and cold
there is a softer world
of shade and warmth
where you can breathe
deeply and listen
to your heart
-kat – 3 April 2017
(Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit)
Category Archives: Life Lessons
Intuition – Magnetic Poetry Monday
No place like…
PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria
I grew up on an island. My family’s business was fish.
All us kids had jobs. Mine was collecting fish guts, tails, heads in a bucket; bait for the next day’s catch.
I hated it; the salty air, the fishy smells and slimy ooze.
When I graduated from college I landed my dream job and settled in the city, as far away as possible from the coast.
My company recently transferred me to its new office. “You’ll love the view,” they said.
Funny! Ended up where I started but with a bird-eye view. Have to admit, I do love it.
kat – 30 March 2017
For Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers challenge based on this photo by Fatima Fakier Deria.
Doors – A Haiku
auras could mingle,
presence, just a breath away
before there were doors
-kat – 29 March 2017
For Haiku Horizons Challenge based on the prompt word, “door”.
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 19 March 2017
Happy Sunday. Though I try to spin goodness and hope into my day to day I must acknowledge the fact that I am also a creature of my environment. I imagine that I am given a clean slate to write upon each morning, new in its graces, but it is not long before I realize how daunting that is. It is a balancing act on a fragile tight rope. It is exhausting. It’s impossible to blot out the never-ending stream of lunacy that bombards me even on the sunniest of mornings. Even if I try avoid all media and the cacophony of negative spin, lies and negative vibes, it is always there. Reality.
How does one rise above? How do I continue to press toward the light when I know that darkness is an inevitable end of each day. This week we turned our clocks forward to save the daylight, but the night still comes, cold, dark, sometimes scary, haunted by shadows that block streams of artificial light. Even the moon is a reflection. Try as I may I cannot hide from the darkness of the night any more than I can hide from the dark elements of reality.
But I’m still an optimist at heart. It’s there. The ugly. It will always be there. At the risk of appearing totally bonkers I still greet the blank slate I am given every morning with hope because beauty, goodness, love and truth are also realities in this crazy world of ours. They may be harder to find in the harsh light of day or hidden in the shadows of the night, but they’re there too. Today, every day, has great potential.
I leave you with this week’s Shi Sai and the paraphrased words of the Wizard of Oz, “Pay no attention to the frantic little man behind the curtain.”
Have a great week. Spring is almost here! 🌱🌸🌻🌸🌱
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 19 March 2017
like breathy kisses
the old house was a writer
ever chasing the light
those who twist the truth
impossible to hear
it’s better this way
a fading memory
set in rock and sand
blossoms of love
from heaven’s vantage
stones etched mysteriously
eden softly dawning
~kat
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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. 😊
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