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Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 3 July 2016

Its Independence Day’s Eve here in the US. When we are young being independent is our ultimate goal. Some of us start very early on our path to independence with our first words, “me do it!” How satisfying it is to accomplish things all by ourselves…when we are young.

But a lifetime has taught me that even though I am quite capable of doing for myself, thank you very much, there is something to be said for having a bit of company on the journey. It’s ironic I think. We are born with a fierce instinct for independence only to realize after a lifetime of surviving that we are inescapably bound to one another. For better or for worse. 

How freeing it is to admit that I need you…collectively, globally, individually. Independence is not all it was cracked up to be. But I suppose I had to live it to realize it. And realizing it is like coming home. 🙂

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This week’s Shi Sai is a bit odd. I suppose there are times when things are simply not meant to make sense. Like this past week actually…so much if it didn’t make sense. 

At any rate, happy Independence Day and all that jazz. As for me? I still have a few of those cookies left from last weekend. Care to join me?

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 3 July 2016

I don’t have sweets around…
Hope’s gleaming promise…

Prayers for Instanbul

In the summer heat
when you can’t hear the music
It wasn’t enough…is it ever?
They’ll journey from the safety of the shore
Oft’ forgetting why

Earth bleeds crimson

Embodying all I am
It was just a stupid accident…or was it?
~ kat

The Shi Sai, (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a form created by Kat Myrman in April 2016. 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”)


A Prayer for Humanity

I found this map online. It reveals the places that have been affected by hatred, terror and violence in our world. There is barely a spot that is not blotted red, but more importantly, the lines and boundaries that one usually sees on a map dividing us country from country are no longer visible. In the face of new tragedies, the slaughter if innocents in Dhaka, Bangladesh, and other places that may not be covered by world news, I am struck by the imagery of this map. We are one.

And so I offer a prayer for us all…for healing and peace. Blessings to all…
Earth bleeds crimson
droplets, blotting
boundaries, revealing
our fragility and utter
dependency on
mercy’s tender
grace…

May we
embrace the
common cord
that binds our
hearts in one
accord where Love
prevails victorious
and hatred has
no place.

May it be so…Amen

kat ~ 2 July 2016


Churrasco – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

Churrasco is today’s dictionary.com word of the day. I find that these daily words often seemed contrived to coincide with current events. It’s probably no coincidence then, that many of us will be barbecuing this weekend. Hence today’s word. Wikipedia gives an expanded definition:

Churrasco (Spanish: [tʃuˈrasko], Portuguese: [ʃuˈʁasku]) is a Spanish and Portuguese term referring to beef or grilled meat more generally, differing across Latin America and Europe, but a prominent feature in the cuisine of Uruguay, Brazil, Bolivia, Argentina, Chile, Colombia, Nicaragua, Peru and other Latin American countries. The related term churrascaria (or churrasqueria) is mostly understood to be a steakhouse.

A churrascaria is a restaurant serving grilled meat, many offering as much as one can eat: the waiters move around the restaurant with the skewers, slicing meat onto the client’s plate.[1] This serving style is called espeto corrido or rodízio, and is quite popular in Brazil.

This weekend, here in the US, we will be celebrating Independence Day. Like most holidays many of us will spend our time oblivious to the true reason for the occasion. For some the day will simply be a much needed respite from work. For others it will be an occasion for gatherings where spirited beverages flow freely and everyone gathers around red hot pits sizzling with churrasco (aka: roast meat), stuffing and drinking themselves into sleepy stupors. Many of us will ooh and ah at colorful firework displays in a tradition reminiscent of our country’s first Independence Day celebration where “In 1777, thirteen gunshots were fired in salute, once at morning and once again as evening fell, on July 4 in Bristol, Rhode Island. Philadelphia celebrated the first anniversary in a manner a modern American would find quite familiar: an official dinner for the Continental Congress, toasts, 13-gun salutes, speeches, prayers, music, parades, troop reviews, and fireworks. Ships were decked with red, white, and blue bunting.” (From Wikipedia)

On this Independence Day, may we pause from our celebrations long enough to remember the price many paid for our freedom. 😊

Back to my challenge. Here then is my haiku about roast beast…

Holidays are spent
Feasting ’round churrasco pits
Oft’ forgetting why.

kat ~ 1 July 2016


Liberation

Painting by Odilon Redon

Like daughters before
Vessels brimming, fragrant with tradition
Like daughters before
They’ll journey from the safety of the shore
So to learn to trust their intuition,
Shattering patriarchal restrictions,
Like daughters before.

kat ~ 1 July 2016

For Jane Dougherty’s poetry prompt, “Journey”, inspired by this painting, a Rondelet. 

The Rondelet is a French form consisting of a single septet with two rhymes and one refrain:AbAabbA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats. The refrain is written in tetra-syllabic or dimeter and the other lines are twice as long – octasyllabic or tetrameter.


For Instanbul