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Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 30 October 2016

Happy Sunday. Again this week’s Shi Sai is the perfect snapshot of the week that was. More ugly came out of the shadows rearing its snarling oppressive self in the world politic, but an amazing thing happened. People once ensorcelled by the droning spin started to wake up, started to speak up and declare, “it’s not okay,” “words matter” and “decent people don’t talk like this, or act like this.”

Oh there are still some mesmerized by the extravagant display of privileged unfettered power. Some who believe that words don’t matter, who’ve forgotten what it means to be a united people where everyone matters.

But somehow, even though the latest raging rants cut a little deeper, the truth found a way, like healing balm, to expose the ugly for what it is. And that gives me hope.

Have a wonderful week, breathe deeply and press toward the light! ❤️

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 30 October 2016

how she presses toward the light
Finishing a poem.
always breathe
the sand shifts,
might look you straight in the eye,
it’s impossible
it can break a heart,
so he scanned each face in the crowd…
(She) closed her eyes, breathing deeply, losing herself in the musky aroma of damp earth that filled the air
‘midst the thorns she thrives ascending
like moths to a flame
they were ensorcelled
we choose our poison
dark coffee in a porcelain cup,
but only from dusk to dawn.
~kat

The Shi Sai, (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a new form I came up with during Poetry Month in April 2016. I’ve actually been writing shu sai for years but was inspired to give it a proper name. It is a poem created by taking one line of verse from several poems of an author’s own collection. The shi sai is done as a review of a series or collection of poems and therefore, each line should flow in chronological order of the dates the poems were written (from oldest to new). The lines chosen should be the author’s favorite from each poem. This form works best if the author resists the temptation to read the full new poem before all the verses have been added. (It helps one to resist the impulse to change a line to make it “fit”.


Ensorcell – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku 


Happy Friday! Time to take a look at today’s Word of the Day on dictionary.com and come up with a haiku or two…or three.

It would not be an understatement to say that I am ensorcelled by words, though I didn’t realize it until today, that I am, or that ensorcelled is a thing. At any rate it is, a thing that is, or at least it was, sometime back in the late 16th century when it emerged from the old French verb ensorceler meaning “to bewitch”,  related to “sorcerer” and “sorcery.”

Apparently,  other similarly ensorcelled wordies have recently stumbled upon this new, old word. It is cropping up in modern dialogue in social and political commentary. Actually if one thinks about it, “ensorcelled” is the perfect way to describe unthinking masses who fawn over blatantly unqualified political candidates with wild ideologies. But I digress!

I also discovered that ensorcell is term used in video gaming circles as it refers to tools and weaponry that allow one to gain new levels of play. As you might suspect, these games tend to feature wizards and dragons and the like.

And finally, Ensorcelled, is the name of an award winning American-style dark, barrel-aged, sour beer that derives its “puckering tartness and beguiling complexity” from raspberries, with a hint of chocolate. If that sounds enchanting to you, best of luck finding a bottle. The producer’s website states that its latest batch is “sold out”, which is probably the best way to define something that is ensorcelled. It is often the illusion of a thing, however real or attainable, that enthralls us most.

Here are a few Haiku to put this word of the day, and me, to rest. I just noticed that it is 3 am. It’s a wearily familiar occurrence. Once again, I am ensorcelled by the words rattling around in my brain at this witching hour! I need sleep! Good night and good day! 😊

Ensorcelled – The Haiku

we choose our poison
based on preconceived notions
all are ensorcelled

they were ensorcelled,
a generation silenced
by driveling tweets

ensorcelled voyeurs
gasp, but cannot look away
like moths to a flame

-kat – 28 October 2016


Yellow Rose of Autumn


she always blooms in autumn time
golden bursts of fading summer
she always blooms in autumn time

shorter days and frost become her
fragile petals clinging softly
golden bursts of fading summer

sparking memories held fondly
days of innocence and sweetness
fragile petals clinging softly

cycling seasons meant to teach us
letting go is not the ending
days of innocence and sweetness

‘midst the thorns she thrives ascending
though the winter looms in waiting
letting go is not the ending

rooted deep, her heart pulsating
though the winter looms in waiting
she always blooms in autumn time
she always blooms in autumn time

kat ~ 17 October 2016
(A Terzanelle – Each line’s meter should be the same/Rhyme Pattern: ABA bCB cDC dED eFE fFAA)

 


Twittering Tales #2 – 25 October 2016

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The results are in for Twittering Tales #1 based on this photograph from last week:

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Thanks to Kathryn and Sudha for submitting their flash of twittering fiction.

Excavators toiled hours hoping to find more specimens for history to preserve and to get some DNA for ancestors. A good day for Pompeii.
-Kathryn  at Another Foodie Blogger

They sat down for dinner, unaware of the result. With their first take, they turned to stones forever. Touchstone soup casted its spell.
Sri Sudha K  at her blog HERE.

and here’s mine:

It was a grim sight. The first victims of the plague had turned to stone, ghosts who held too tightly to the past, now doomed to repeat it. ~kat

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If you’d like to join in the fun this week, here is the photo prompt from Pixabay.com:

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Boardwalk Crowd of People Walking – Pixabay.com

A little about the challenge:  Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, 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 round up each Tuesday, along with providing us a new prompt.

Have Fun! 🙂

My Twittering Tale for this week:

He lost her number, so he scanned each face in the crowd where they met, hoping to find her. He wouldn’t have cared, but she was “the one”.

kat ~ 25 October 2016
(140 Characters)


Toward the Light  

  

how she presses toward the light
though her feet are rooted deep
how she presses toward the light
past the edge while others sleep
walls cannot contain her here
though her feet are rooted deep
tossed by tempests, numb with fear
resisting every urge to hide
walls cannot contain her here
now she sees the other side
breaks free from the shuttered throng
resisting every urge to hide
proving the naysayers wrong
darkness thwarted in the end
breaks free from the shuttered throng
even roots must stretch and bend
how she presses toward the light
darkness thwarted in the end
how she presses toward the light

kat ~ 23 October 2016
(A Terzanelle)