Category Archives: Random Thoughts and Musings

Into Oblivion

‘Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven’.
from “The Cold Heaven”, by W.B. Yeats

never enough, no never
enough, I sense her
monstrous pie-face
leering, spy her bony
hands convulsing, tormented
by her minding-numbing
cackling, tock-tick-tick-tock-
tick…even her minions, those
maniacal demons, strobe
bloody, red in the dark
murky gloam, would that
the sun and moon were
enough, but no, I am in
race with this fiend, a
relentless taskmaster who
tolls every hour, with nary
a second to smell
a wild flower, another
day slips into oblivion

~kat

A daylight savings time fallback protest poem for Jane Dougherty’s A month with Yeats: Day Six Challenge. I woke up a hour too early and drove home from my 9 to 5 in the dark. I do not like this time change…no, I do not! 😨


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 5 November 2017

There is not much more that needs to be said about this week’s ReVerse. It captures the heart and soul of the past week perfectly…excruciatingly so.

We fell back last night; we fell back last week in other ways. On the world front we saw resignations, vain quotations, strained relations, allegations, slimy criminal implications, justifications, celebrations, full moon lunations, desperation, compromising situations, accusations of shady collaborations, domination, Twitter account cancellations, boastful threats of termination…I don’t know about you but I need a vacation!

At any rate, as I mentioned before, this week’s ReVerse needs no explanation. Okay! I’ll stop with the -ations, but I’ve only scratched the surface. Do you know how many words end in -ation? 1,992…well that’s not entirely accurate. There are an additional 1,379 less common iterations of all things -ation. That’s a total of…well, I’ll let you do the math!

I digress. Have a great week. Enjoy that extra hour of morning, if you’ve lost daylight this week. Sleep in if your circadian wiring will let you! You’re gonna need the extra sleep.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 5 November 2017

fools devour dirt and dark secrets
are you a witch?
all you need a blow torch
…get those needy trolls off your back for good
the flame’s fervid kiss is life
thin, the veil, deathly still,
reeking of smut and glut while poverty lingers
promising each a pittance
it’s passion’s fire that drives men mad
it requires grabbing, then tightening one’s grip
souls lost to the greed of men
dull synapsed grey matter turning slowly to stone
the ebullient boasting
man and beast with tricks comply
breathe in the dawn,
the hour is coming
hauntingly brilliant,
diamonds shining
‘midst restless dreams and tiny deaths

~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.


Counting Shleeeph

For the sake of keeping in step with Jane’s Challenge “A Month with Yeats” – Day 4, I offer this silly little verse. I had been working on a lovely, mystical yarn on and off today, and dozed for a second with my finger pressed on the cursor, deleting all but a few words. Gone forever! Of course I couldn’t remember what I had written, and with the day fading, I plunked these lines together to satisfy the task at hand. I’m not as happy with it as I had planned to be…but maybe that is the point of Yeats’ words, in the prompt for today:

“…till the morning break

And the white hush end all but the loud beat

Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet.” W.B. Yeats

I’ve sensed their presence late at night
swooning close to count my breathing
‘midst restless dreams and tiny deaths
until the dawn

I don’t know if they are angels,
faerie folk or something grim
every night I reap their favor…
another day

won’t say I am superstitious
but just in case they’re listening
I say a prayer my soul to keep;
it doesn’t help me sleep…for that
I count some sheep

~kat


Magnetic Poetry Saturday

only when the sky
is black, can we see
the light of a thousand
diamonds shining

hauntingly brilliant,
the dark eyes of
children, who see
the broken(n)ess of
fools and tell
it like it is

the hour is coming
when dreams will
take flight, soaring
on wings of
goodness and love…
morning to our
darkest night

breathe in the dawn,
dark, wet, shaded
browns and greens…
moonlight lingers,
long, soft tendrils
rustling sweetness
on the breeze

~kat

Magnetic Poetry Online


Ebullient – Friday’s Word of the Day

ebullient

Today’s word of the day at Dictionary.com is Ebullient, an adjective that means: overflowing with fervor, enthusiasm, or excitement; high-spirited:  (The award  winner  was in an ebullient mood at the dinner in her honor.);  bubbling up like a boiling liquid.

From Etymology Dictionary Online:

1590s, “boiling,” from Latin ebullientem (nominative ebulliens), present participle of ebullire “to boil over,” literally or figuratively, from ex “out, out of” (see ex-) + bullire “to bubble” (see boil (v.)). Figurative sense of “enthusiastic” is first recorded 1660s.

I found an amusing reference to and use of this word in Jonathan Swift’s book, “Gulliver’s Travels”. Here is an excerpt:

“There was a most ingenious doctor, who seemed to be perfectly versed in the whole nature and system of government. This illustrious person had very usefully employed his studies, in finding out effectual remedies for all diseases and corruptions to which the several kinds of public administration are subject, by the vices or infirmities of those who govern, as well as by the licentiousness of those who are to obey. For instance: whereas all writers and reasoners have agreed, that there is a strict universal resemblance between the natural and the political body; can there be any thing more evident, than that the health of both must be preserved, and the diseases cured, by the same prescriptions? It is allowed, that senates and great councils are often troubled with redundant, ebullient, and other peccant humours; with many diseases of the head, and more of the heart; with strong convulsions, with grievous contractions of the nerves and sinews in both hands, but especially the right; with spleen, flatus, vertigos, and deliriums; with scrofulous tumours, full of fetid purulent matter; with sour frothy ructations: with canine appetites, and crudeness of digestion, besides many others, needless to mention.

This doctor therefore proposed, “that upon the meeting of the senate, certain physicians should attend it the three first days of their sitting, and at the close of each day’s debate feel the pulses of every senator; after which, having maturely considered and consulted upon the nature of the several maladies, and the methods of cure, they should on the fourth day return to the senate house, attended by their apothecaries stored with proper medicines; and before the members sat, administer to each of them lenitives, aperitives, abstersives, corrosives, restringents, palliatives, laxatives, cephalalgics, icterics, apophlegmatics, acoustics, as their several cases required; and, according as these medicines should operate, repeat, alter, or omit them, at the next meeting.”

This made me laugh. No doubt politicians are an odd breed and not much has changed over the centuries!

I hope your weekend gives you reason to be most ebullient!  Until next Friday then, here’s today’s Haiku…

annoying, no end,
the ebullient boasting
of a poor winner

~kat