morning’s blush
bleeds softly
through my
window, cool
night lingering
how they shine
like diamonds
a thousand whispers
of light aching
for life
~kat
Category Archives: Random Thoughts and Musings
Saturdays with the Muse
Essence #24
clouds of grey, muted light
cold spring day, dressed in white
~kat
Day 24’s Essence for Jane Dougherty’s Challenge is dressed in white…again. Winter is not finished with us yet. Another tantrum expected today. I shall be heading out for milk and bread soon…I’m kidding of course. There are a few other things on my shopping list as Saturday is my go to market day. I truly dread having to mingle with the bread and milk fiends. At any rate, bad weather is the good news for today…while orange is off golfing our children will be marching in the streets for their lives. Spring snow is a dreary diversion from the madness, but also a sobering reminder of a bitter chill that refuses to leave.
Deracinate – Friday’s Word of the Day
Today’s word of the day at dictionary.com deracinate is a new one for me even though I am very familiar with the concept of being deracinated.
Deracinated means: to pull up by the roots; uproot; extirpate; eradicate, to force (people) from their homeland to a new or foreign location, to isolate or alienate (a person) from a native or customary culture or environment, o liberate or be liberated from a culture or its norms.
It originated in the 1590’s from the French word, déraciner, “to pluck up by the roots”, from Old French desraciner, “uproot, dig out, pull up by the root”, which which is linked to the Latin des- and racine, “root”, from the Late Latin, radicina, a diminutive of the Latin word, radix “root”.
Whether we’re talking about plants deracinated by the roots from the ground or people deracinated from their homeland, it is an unsettling word. Its very tone and tenor sounds harsh when I say it out loud. One can’t help but feel empathy for the deracinated. No one likes to be plucked from the roots and “liberated”, unless, of course, it is their idea in the first place. However we find ourselves plucked, there is a certain element of the unknown lurking in the shadows.
Even liberated, a synonym of deracinated, is a tricky word. I remember the first time I learned of a colleague’s firing. The management explained that “so and so” had been liberated from said company to pursue new opportunities. It almost made me feel hopeful and happy for my former co-worker. Liberated did not adequately describe the reality of the situation. No income, no benefits, unemployed. That does not sound liberating to me. but deracinated? Oh yeah…that’s the word for it. It’s a good word. An honest word. Deracinated is not a thing I’m eager to experience. It smacks of change after all, and who likes change? But it’ not necessarily a bad thing. Some people choose to deracinate themselves. And in that case, it is very liberating. At any rate, it is a word I am glad to know. For now, I’ve plopped it into a few haiku. Have a great Friday.
Deracinate
diversity’s extolled,
peace kept, deracinated
by don’t ask don’t tell
deracinated
by war and terrorism
they’ve no place called home
beautiful roses
deracinated from beds
wilt in sterile urns
expats are expert
at deracination to
assimilation
~kat
Essence 23
the orange fool went mad
now he’s a tool for Vlad
~kat
A little photoshop fun for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Essence Poem Challenge Day 23. What can I say? I needed a bit of comic relief from the madness of Washington. The bad news is assaulting us with dizzying rapidity these days. And if you know me, I could not let the month pass without poking at least once at the Orange Fool in Chief. One can wax poetic about the weather only so much. I hope it has the intended smile from you that I’m hoping for. I had fun creating it. Peace and perseverance y’all. It will be over soon, one way or the other, hopefully with no casualties, save the reputations of the complicit. Fortunately, we still have term limits.
Countin’ Sheep
Now I know you like countin’ on the likes of me, but I gotta warn ya’
If I was countin’ on me I would never be able to sleep at night ’cause I’m a follower, I tell ya’; can’t think fer m’self and I’m liable to lead ya’ somewheres ya’ might not want to go…if ya’ foller what I’m sayin’.
But if it’s nightmares yer lookin’ fer, then I’m yer sheep; jus’ don’t say I didn’t warn ya’.
~kat
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