seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six sparks of light flicker in a sea of darkness believers in love, compassion, inclusion, justice, truth, civility, kindness, peace we cling to hope as winter closes in
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six despite what you may have heard is proof beyond a shadow’s doubt that you are in good company, light bearers shining for all to see
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six reasons to grieve, to take time to heal to cling to the promise of spring… of a bright dawn after the darkest night to protect each precious ember of light
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six did not a landslide make, nor mandate for those who choose the ways of hate may love’s light lead us from the edge and gather us to forge the path ahead
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six hold space for victory in this fight one day we’ll surely get this right just not today, true change takes years so rest your hearts for now, we need you here
everything changed nothing changed i stand at the edge of despair unable to exhale shrouded in the dread of threatened promises unleashed by ignorance, the stench of hate dripping from the rafters amidst wind-raped, naked trees loss of daylight adding insult to undeserved misery a chill, an ungodly silence cups my ears like a sonic boom no one hears my screams… even if they did, they’d revel in my suffering, the transaction of wholesale soul acquisition is complete, bloodthirsty monsters wielding the sickle to collect a harvest sown by lies justice buried alive under the heap I’m fading to black, clinging to embers of hope flickering in the wake of rage faint glimpses of love, compassion, kindness, and truth to keep me as winter approaches swiftly from the four corners, everything in its season…to sleep…to dream spring is coming, she’s coming she’s coming…right? this little light of mine I’m gonna let it shine let it shine let it shine let it shine
in another lifetime I imagine we were friends lovers even how familiar your gaze felt in the back of my eyes something…you know? you know.
the fates have me engaged this incarnation with other concerns life, love, heartache, happiness…joy still hopelessly lost but for a serendipitous, ill-timed, breathtaking encounter on a street corner in the rain, in autumn a brief moment when our eyes met and held and I remembered… I remembered then you were gone
~kat
A bit of fantasy today. A mix of fiction and poetry. And a Disclaimer…no actual soulmates are implicated in this yarn. You know who you are and where and when and we’ll…you know. 😉🥰
I don’t mind being encroached upon by the invasive species of these foothills… blackberry brambles hug the long driveway to my house on the hill bursting with fruit I don’t mind that the deer, the squirrels, the rabbits, chickadees, finches, cardinals, and wrens will glean most of this year’s bounty… I don’t even mind sharing with bullish, boisterous bluejays I’ll happily savor my annual handful of luscious sweets, fingers stained a lovely shade of purple-blue how gracious my neighbors are sweetly serenading me, gracing me with visits that take my breath they don’t mind me trudging noisily along the wood’s edge rustling them from their burrows and perches…they don’t mind being encroached upon by me…
It’s been a minute…three seasons in fact, since I collected lines from previously penned poems and constructed a ReVerse Poem. The intriguing thing is that it seems as though I have landed right where I started…face toward the sun. Another odd thing I noticed was a repeat separated by months of me thinking myself silly for thinking. As Alice was known to comment, “curiouser and curiouser”.
I’m well into the second year of the new normal thrust upon us by a series of unfortunate medical events. It still feels foreign to my partner and me. When you’ve spent decades planning a certain thing and the universe throws a plot twist into your best laid plans… well, I suppose we are still grieving. Spring will be a welcome break from the dreariness of winter; its warmth and sunshine a healing touch. Just what we need.
The hummingbirds will be returning soon. Life does go on…yes it does. 🥰🌱🌼🌞🐣🦋🐝
autumn to winter to spring - a ReVerse Poem
her full face at dawn burdened with secrets and lessons from the past ignored silly me for ever thinking
drawing us deep into the one to sleep at the feet of our mother the in between has lost its charm
when hope was a thing I caught her smiling she slumbers, dreaming of spring once upon a time she was fierce,
how silly of me to think it
it keeps me up nights I see it clearly it’s time…turn your face to the sun
~kat
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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 ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week…or in this case, the past several months.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Kat Myrman and Like Mercury Colliding with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
like mercury colliding... 