Every writer knows…
From martymousehouse.com
…a thesaurus is their acquaintance, ally, alter ego, associate, bosom buddy, buddy, chum, classmate, cohort, colleague, companion, compatriot, comrade, consort, cousin, crony, familiar, intimate, mate, pal, partner, playmate, roommate, schoolmate, sidekick, soul mate, spare, well-wisher…FRIEND!
Have a great Monday…kat 😊
said the beautiful rose,
her sweet blossoms frosted,
withering softly on the vine…
though cold winds may
rustle wildly through your
souls leaving your spirits
no rest or peace…always
know that we bloom
over and then some
for only this thing,
to live and breathe a life
of purest deep love
kat ~ 21 November 2016
(Magnetic Poetry Nature Kit)
It’s been an odd week. Happy Sunday to you by the way. It’s the day when I look back at the week that was and lift a line from each blog entry to create a Shi Sai (ReVerse) poem. I never know how they are going to turn out, but they have an interesting way of working. There was definitely a theme running through each post this week.
It’s been an odd week. I finally reached a level of acceptance post-election. I worked my way, over the past week, through various stages of grief, even allowing myself to get angry, which is not a usual thing for me. And I was beginning consider that maybe I should “hope for the best” as my friends who voted for the winner encouraged me to do, but…
It’s been an odd week. Each day the news revealed a lineup of shocking developments as DT added cronies to his team. As much as I want to remain optimistic, it’s getting harder. Sorry friends who voted for him, I would never say “I told you so,” but…
It’s been a strange week. My tendency is to retreat, stay to myself, stick to my routine, not make waves. But none of us has that luxury in times like these. So I started wearing a safety pin everyday. It’s meant to let others know that they are safe with me. And it reminds me too, that I need to be vigilant for justice and equality for all people. As much as I’d like to lock myself away, I can’t, because…
It’s been a strange week. I have to believe we’ve got this! Together we’ve got this.
Peace, hope, love and justice.
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 20 November 2016
remember, i am here
I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
It is expected to save billions
I dare say we are past the fussing stage
but who else but a woman,
a flock of quacking quackers
those who like familiar things
on a whisp’ring breeze
staying behind their walls with their own kind, where it was safe,
holds truth for our times
clouds grow softly…
~kat
beautiful quiet comes
after the rain as
clouds grow softly
into blue and light falls
like tendrils blanketing
me in deep peace
kat – 19 November 2016
Another Friday, another interesting word of the day from dictionary.com:
Juvenilia means “youthful (works)” in Latin. It is the neuter plural form of the adjective juvenilis, a derivative of the adjective and noun, juvenis, “young, a young person (ie., between the ages of 20 and 40).” It entered English in the early 1600’s.
When I read the origin of this word, I found it interesting that a “young” person is considered, according to dictionary.com, to be between 20 and 40. I can think of several young authors, much younger than 20, who have had a profound impact on the world.
I think of Mattie Stepanek, who wrote “Heart-Songs” and four additional books of poetry before his death from muscular dystrophy just before his 14th birthday.
And then there is Dorothy Straight who wrote “How the World Began” for her Grandmother at the tender age of 4! Perhaps not particularly profound, but notable for the fact that she is considered one of the youngest published authors.
And of course, many of us are familiar with Anne Frank’s, “The Diary of a Young Girl”, the heart-felt words of a young author who filled the pages of a diary that she received on her 13th birthday while confined to an attic before her family was betrayed and sent to a concentration camp during the Nazi regime. Sadly, Anne succumbed to Typhus while imprisoned, but her diary was found by her father, Otto, the only survivor of his family, and published in 1947. It has been translated into more than 60 different languages.
I’ll stop here. There are many other wonderful books by children, wise beyond their years. Wise perhaps because they have not yet learned to filter truth and reason to make it palatable to overly-sensitive ears. How I love the unabashed honesty of children. We would all do well to discount the common saying, “children should be seen and not heard” and give them a listen every now and again. We might learn something.
Especially during these interesting, and for some frightening, times, I’m dedicating this week’s haiku to Miss Frank…
Ann Frank’s diary,
a wise juvenilia
holds truth for our times.kat ~ 18 November 2016
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