I had a good chuckle at this poem by my friend Peter at Peter’s Ponderings, and noticed in the comments that an American might have a difficult try reading it aloud. Being American as well as always up for a good challenge I had to give it a go!
I hope I did your poem justice Peter! All in good fun! Thank you for once again delighting us all with your wit and charm! 😊
See Peter’s post via the link below…and do yourself a favor by perusing his page!
§ I tried my best to record an audio of this poem but ended up with lots of stutters and giggles. Just try reading it aloud and you’ll see why! § I …
I could say I have no words; that the Muse is hiding, or that I have nothing to say, but
I would be lying
I have words, so many words vacillating from incredulous disbelief to zealous commitment, to truth, to rage oh, I have words
words that keep me up at night words that rip my soul to shreds words that, if I dared utter them out loud would assure you that I have completely lost my mind even while, as they settle in your gut, you find resonance with them...
it's just words after all
I wonder sometimes if it’s best to embrace the silence or blurt it out, the raw pain, the fear, the exhaustion, the sorrow to scream, to whisper in primal tones to the air, to the sky, to the gods to whoever might listen
it may just be me thinking out loud, but I imagine that saying what everyone is afraid to say, might actually make us all a little less lonely and even pave the way to healing
ah…the irony, the brilliance! cutting words wielded to incise the poison festering in us all
It seemed a good time to assess the past several weeks of verse by crafting a ReVerse. I had every intention of doing a sevenling daily in the new year for January…then work, duty, and caregiving got in the way. Still, it is a good start to a new year, one of which I am optimistically hopeful.
Even though 2023 promises to be a shitshow on the world’s stage. The inmates truly in charge of and running the place here in the US now, and elsewhere insanity is raging unchecked…unprovoked aggression and cruelty, war crimes, nuclear saber rattling by unhinged egomaniacs, lingering COVID. It’s a mess. But we are a resilient lot, we humans. And there is still, there is always a reason to be grateful for each second of breath, of life.
Take care of yourselves, be kind, don’t lose hope, embrace the moment. Peace to you.
A ReVerse - 8 January 2023
the trees will show me a wise soul will surrender in our hearts we know the winds come the sum of a life wisdom to ponder beauty in simplicity anything but bleak singed with loss, happy milestones, grief… for all these beautiful years…decades there's something in the air, conjuring the dawn in afterglow was it barbarians at the gate caused Rome to fall, or complicity?
~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.
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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