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Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 26 February 2017


Happy Sunday! Today’s Shi Sai is a bit like a ping pong ball that has pinged out of play and is now ponging off random surfaces. It happens. Sometimes my little experiment with words goes off track. At least at first reading.

It is only after a second read through or a third…maybe a half dozen more that I am able to decipher what spilled out of my brain over the course of the past week.

Sometimes I wonder why I do it. Why it is so important for me to write day after day; words upon words and more words. I tell myself I do it for myself; that it keeps me sane. That much is true.

And there is this other thing. I suppose it’s also true, for me at least, what they say about writers and artists. We long to be remembered, to be understood, to be known. I admit this part is true, too. I am entering the last decade, or if I’m lucky, the last two or three more, of my time on the planet. My life has mostly been about deepening the rut of survival, raising kids, sleeping, working, sleeping, working.

And there is a third reason why I create words, art and the like; to counter the negativity best expressed in the saying, “Life is a bitch and then you die.” I don’t believe this; that nothing matters. Everything and everyone does. Matter, that is. Like renegade ping pong balls we bounce off as many surfaces as momentum and gravity will allow because inertia is not an option, because not ping ponging is death.

Oh…and we bounce off each other too. That’s the best part. The messy, magnificent part. My words, this blog allow me to bounce off more of you than I ever imagined possible. And so I write. A lot. It’s as if I am saving the best part for last. When all is said and done…and written, it’s not a bad way to go.

Have a great week in and out of the rut. keep pinging! ❤

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 26 February 2017

I think I’ve missed the point.
we call it prayer
the power was ours all along
pools of vibrant life force welling
at water’s edge
fire meet ice
the heat was rising
what of the shattered remains?
I can be spontaneous
it’s not that I’m not strong, you know
it’s early morning drenched in dew
breathtaking
elusive
hear the truth
be windows
truth
nectar of the
fog
she had a mind and wasn’t afraid to use it
you likely know a scapegrace
when days grow long
memories of dying stars
we’re all but lost but for the brave

~kat


Scapegrace – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

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Happy Friday! Today’s Word of the Day from Dictionary.com is “Scapegrace”. When I first saw it, I thought of the common term scapegoat, but this word has very little to do with scapegrace, unless of course you are talking about the poor sap who finds himself in the company of a scapegrace; blamed for the unscrupulous deeds of their grace-less scoundrel of a friend! Then the two fit together, albeit uncomfortably, like two peas in a pod.

Scapegrace is defined by various online dictionaries as a complete rogue or rascal; a habitually unscrupulous person; scamp; a reckless and unprincipled reprobate; or a kinder definition states, “A man or boy of reckless and disorderly habits; an incorrigible scamp. Often used playfully.” A common synonym for the word is “black sheep”. You get the picture. You likely have a picture in your mind right now of a particular scapegrace you might know. (not going to mention any names here 😉 )

The word entered the English language in the mid 18th to early 19th century, over 200 years after the word “scapegoat” came into play, which is rather ironic in retrospect. It took two centuries for scapegrace to become a word, leaving poor old scapegoat to face the music alone. One wonders if it was just hiding all those years.

Scapegrace is made up of the verb “scape” which is a variant of “escape” and the noun “grace”, which literally means “one who escapes or flees the grace of God.”

Oh, and there is one other obscure meaning associated with the word. Scapegrace, in ornithological (the branch of zoology that deals with birds) circles, can also refer to a red-throated loon or diver. Like other loons scapegrace loons are primarily fish eaters and monogamous. Their red throat comes into play during mating rituals. They are not particularly graceful on land due to the positioning of their legs toward their back ends. In fact, the word loon is thought to be derived from the Swedish “lom” which means “lame” or “clumsy”, but this is said to give them great mobility and thrust in and under water. They are excellent swimmers taking to the water only days after hatching.

They are also associated with the creation mythology of indigenous peoples, given the name “earth-diver” in one such story. As legend goes, the Red-Throated Diver was asked by a great shaman to bring up the earth from the bottom of the sea. This is how the world’s dry land was formed.

Through the years the loon was also used as a weather predictor. Move over Mr. Ground Hog! Depending on the location, some people believed it would be fair or rainy based on the direction of the scapegrace’s flight (inland – nice weather or out to sea – not so nice). Other communities relied on its various calls to determine the weather; a gaa-gaa-gaa or turkatrae-turkatrae meant nice weather, whereas meowing like a cat was a sure prediction of rain. With few predators the oldest known Red-Throated Loon, found in Sweden, lived to be about 23 years.

So there you have it, a glimpse into another odd word that we rarely use these days with an avian link associated with its meaning. I’m beginning to see a trend here! What to do, what to do with this week’s Haiku…scapegoats, but not scapegoats and scapegraces and loons…

If you’re a scapegoat
you likely know a scapegrace
who is a bad egg!

~kat – 24 February 2017

Have a great weekend!


Twittering Tales #18 – 21 February 2017

1476833681824About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt photo, and your mission is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less.

If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing us a new prompt.  Have Fun!

Here is the roundup of last week’s creative twittering tales based on the photo below. If I missed your story, please let me know so I can add it to the line-up.

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Photo from Pixabay.com

From Michael at Morpethroad:

He chuckles as she watches.
Every moment is precious.
Every touch a treasure.
Best mates forever.
Her hand slips into his.
Her warmth is life.
(139 characters)

From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less:

Cupid’s on a pension now. His arrow license revoked. So he draws his hearts in the sand. Tide turns; he returns. His days are full. (131Characters/25 Words)

From Lady Lee Manila

Good times and the bad times, memories through the years. They walked through the beach. Today’s their golden wedding anniversary. Cheers!
(138 Characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger (two options with punctuation differences between them):

Covered in blankets, Bea watched her soul-mate express his true love to her in the sand. He faltered; she caught her breath. Then smiled.
(137 Characters)

Covered in blankets, Bea watched her soul-mate express his true love to her in the sand. He faltered — she caught her breath — then smiled.
(139 Characters)

From Rules640 at Life at 17:

“You are behaving like a teenager, Robert.” 

I glanced at her, even though she was frowning, I could see the hint of her smile; still captivating.

“We aged my dear, our love didn’t.”
(136 Characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101:

Bloody woman, he muttered. I’m too old for this shit.
‘Prove you love me’, she’d said.
Jeez. I just hope the tide doesn’t come in.
(136 characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings (BTW, Peter is the Limerick King!):

A man drew a heart in the sand.
He thought it incredibly grand.
At the end of the day
the heart washed away
but his love had a ring on her hand.
(138 characters)

From Reena at ReinventionsReena:

This is where they had kissed each other goodbye, years ago. He traced a heart around it, daily, to commemorate the event. Belief or Relief?

From Gayl at GaylSWright – Words, Photos and Art:

The Joy of Love
Each anniversary Joe drew a giant heart in the sand for Liz.
She always acted surprised which made him very happy.
It was the joy of love.
(138 characters)

An Unusual Artist
An unusual artist, Sid used the sand as his canvas.
Hearing the waves crash inspired him as he created
the heart, a token of love for Sasha.
(140 characters)

Hearts of Love
Matt and May met late in life, an unlikely pair to fall in love.
In the sand he drew a heart and nervously proposed.
She nodded with a smile.
(140 characters)
OR
Matt and May met late in life and often walked on the beach.
One day he drew a heart, held her close and proposed.
What would her answer be?
(140 characters)

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:

They were coming. He knew it meant guns, bombs and destruction. But he’ll try to welcome the aliens, show them there’s some good in humans.
(139 characters)

From Martha at Martha L Shaw, Poet, Writer, Artist:

My man has a good heart but he’s messy. When he cooks I mop from floor to ceiling! Here’s my Valentine’s surprise! I’m not mopping it!   
(138 characters)

and my tale starting things off:

She walked here each day. Norm traced a heart in the sand. As she passed by, a huge wave swallowed his ankles. “Tomorrow,” he sighed.
(134 Characters)

Bravo Everyone! I must say, I felt the LOVE last week! Here’s the prompt for this week. Looking forward to your take on this photo. Have Fun!

Twittering Tale #18 – 21 February 2017

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Photo from Pixabay.com

The Safe House

She had to get away before he killed her. A friend had a remote beach house where she would be safe.

At water’s edge, he watched and waited.

(140 Characters)


Magnetic Poetry Monday – 20 February 2017

we only need
to know one
thing to make
it here…
the power was
ours all along

kat – 20 February 2017


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 19 February 2017

Another week, another Sunday of looking back. The second line of this week’s Shi Sai was troubling to me when I read it back for the first time. “God is not there to listen”. What does that mean? Why am I troubled by this?

True enough, the world is a noisy, obnoxious place. I am guilty myself of zoning out; muting the cacophony that grumbles for my attention day after day, endlessly, mercilessly, ad infinitum, ad nauseam. I do it to maintain my sanity. Does god worry about maintaining sanity? I wouldn’t blame her if she did.

Just what is it that I expect from a god, a deity or a higher power? Does god exist to make my life heaven on earth, or more specifically…

…to help me pass the exam I didn’t study for?

…to land me that promotion or raise or fortune that I didn’t work for?

…to move the traffic along; to give me green lights all the way to work because I indulged my own laziness by hitting the snooze button once too often?

…to heal me or my loved ones; even thwart death, making us all immortal in a world where everything dies?

…to win the argument or war that I have stirred up in god’s name…when it is really my own selfishness, greed or self righteousness that needs defending; that needs to win?

…to make this person or that love me, appreciate me, see me?

…to fix my furnace, car, toaster or unclog my toilet?

…to fix the mess I’ve created for myself and others through my own actions?

…to make everyone just like me, and if they refuse to get in line, to make them go away…forever?

…add your own “please god” here…this is by no means an exhaustive litany…

We let ourselves off the hook too easily by repeating “god is in control” when the shit we’ve hurled at the fan comes back to slam us in the face. -kat 2017

We’d really like to be able to “let go and let god” and “surrender all” but those “come to Jesus” moments usually hit us when we are in the thick of chaos of our own making. It’s the ultimate “get out of jail free card”, absolution and immunity from accountability. An “in control” god gives us reason to praise and celebrate when the going is good, while taking personal credit for our own good judgement for having had the faith to believe. And when things go bad? We cry out, stomp our entitled feet and gnash our teeth toward god who we believe has “forsaken us”; who has stopped listening.

It’s complicated. What do I really expect from god? In all my wailing and pleading and groveling I think I’ve missed the point. And the point is not whether or not god is listening. 

The point is, am I?

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 19 February 2017

the dreary gloaming makes me weary
God is not there to listen
a stubborn squatter with a frosty bite
“Tomorrow,” he sighed
I don’t need chocolate or flowers
bits of bread and stale saltines
sight is relative
the deafening silence had an unintentional consequences
I just don’t want to be left behind
it has no value
frail shells of starved flesh
the sea is calling
a speaker’s nightmare
what’s most important to survive
nature secretly longs
bread, day old, crumbs to sustain
what I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall

~kat – 18 February 2017