Category Archives: Social Issues

remembering

we will never forget 9/11 / how can we forget 11/9

when terror descended / when hatred triumphed

that terrible morning / in the wee hour of three

as we watched in horror / it rendered us speechless

the towers collapsing / our worst fears were confirmed

but we were not broken / the truth was revealed

on that fateful day / we were us versus them

we banded together / now a nation divided

held hands with strangers / forced to look in the mirror

we sang kumbaya / to face our dark demons

we talked about love / emboldened, enraged

promising to remember / reliving past battles

but how soon we forgot / to the winners the spoils

what makes us great, America / First, they declared

our founding principles / we’ll build a great wall

our common ideals / shutter our borders

of life and liberty, / to keep them all out

the pursuit of happiness  / the foreigners, the hungry, the poor

for all who call this nation home / if you are the other

that’s why we gather to remember their names / we don’t want you here

so we will never forget them and / how can we forget

who we were when calamity struck / the day a madman of privilege declared

One America, Red, White and Blue / let’s make America Great

~kat

A cleave poem (three poems in one. Read the first Column in standard print as one poem, read the second column in bold print as another and finally read across the entire line for the third.)


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 10 September 2017

My fortune cookie this past Saturday… 

Life does not go on…not just yet. We were burdened this past week with aftermaths of destruction: hurricanes, earthquakes, raging wildfires, crushing inhumanity by so-called leaders, while the best of humanity hangs in the balance, at the ready to take make things right. But life is not going on…not just yet as we face even more catastrophe on our southern shores. We remind ourselves of our incredible resilience in the wake of all of life’s storms, be they nature-driven or human fabricated. Life goes on…sometimes, and sometimes it does not…

I feel helpless in the eye of the storms that rage around me. There is nowhere to run…nowhere to hide. We can try to prepare. We can hope for the best. But ultimately we must wait.

I’m tempted to wrap myself in my woobie and sleep long and hard until it’s over…until it’s time to gather what is left; until it’s time to make something of the rubble. What if nothing remains? It’s useless to worry about it. What do we do with time when it’s not time to move on, not just yet?

Moments count most right now. I light a candle for us all as I embrace the frail excruciating weight of this single moment. I breathe in deeply, exhale slowly. I gaze at my surroundings; the people, pets and things that give me comfort, that I love, and last but certainly not least, I eat the damn cake, savoring its sweetness. As moments go it is enough. I’ll leave the moving on until it’s time.

Be safe, be kind, love one another…peace.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 10 September 2017

soft the gloaming hush descends
breath of withering blossoms dying
there’s a cool snap in the air
a coffee, please
excruciating, the wait,
oh…I had a secret invisibility cloak once
pretending to be impressed with his strip shuffle
sinful indulgence
falsehoods fade slowly
dusty nooks, cluttered,
for nuggets of gold
treasure ‘midst rubble
so easily crushed
late summer storms swell
sleep in if you like
whisper me lies
they never rest
they know my heart best
eat the damn cake…do it

~kat

A shi sai or ReVerse poem 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 shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Waiting to Soar

Waiting to Soar

I’m waiting…for tomorrow’s sun…for the rainbow’s somewhere…for truth’s consequences…for the stars to grant my wishes…for my turn to cross troubled water’s bridge…for a glimmer…for a sign…for a hero…for angels…for the best, yet to come…for the impossible dream…for a snowball’s chance…for justice…for peace…for the other shoe to drop…for people to wake up…for someone to give a f- …I’m waiting…feet planted firmly, rooted in fear, dogma, culture, tradition…a girl can dream.

excruciating, the wait,
baited shallow breath, fading
cruel, fickle mistress, Hope,
eternal spring seductress,
fluent in vain sweet nothings

settling for dross
soaring wingless on what if’s
nothing ventured gained

~kat

A Haibun/Tanka/Haiku trio for Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, prompt works “Soar” and “Wait”.

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Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 3 September 2017

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This was not a good week for so many. Though arrogant Americans wail and lament over storm surge swallowing of its shining cities on the Texas Gulf Coast, other places on the globe suffered similar hardships…Niamey, Niger; Maharashtra, Mumbai, India; El Gezira, Sudan. Only the week before Sri Lanka suffered catastrophic mudslides. 

 

Now, I’m not going to bring up the topic of climate change…the fact that urban sprawl and the rape of natural barriers have contributed to our current troubles…that CO2 emissions and other caustic pollutants are wearing away the frail ozone layer that protects us from the sun’s harmful rays…I’m not going to mention plastic…pesticides…nuclear sludge…coal dust…oil spills…Nope. I’m not going to bring it up because it should be obvious to any thinking, conscientious person who respects the earth and hopes to preserve its beauty for future generations.

 

Nature is resilient. She eventually reclaims what is hers. Silly humans, we think we are in charge. The truth is, we are here as guests. We are granted leased space, expected to leave the place the way we found it. Nature has no problem evicting us if we haven’t met the terms of our contractual agreement. That‘s the reality. And we’ll not be getting our deposit back. In fact, we will most certainly pay a great price for the damages.

 

My thoughts are with those who suffer from these natural disasters. May we all do everything we can to mitigate future catastrophes, which are sure to come if we continue on our present course.

 

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 3 September 2017

dark shade, wild souls
in rain-drenched hollows
giddy twirls beneath wet arches
shrill cicada crescendos
I heard he lost his marbles!
a heart surrenders, knowing
a prisoner of the castle
there is no safe place
so optimus prime
he often argued with a gun barrel
rain drops on roses
we need a hard stop
eternity is only
a thousand moments
roses wear diamonds

~kat

A shi sai or ReVerse poem 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 shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Mental

Mental

The pyramids he built had magical powers, sharpening his used razor blades while happy-sad Jesus watched from a frame on the wall.

Then he dismantled the family car, replicating a Chilton’s Manual diagram on the driveway.

He often argued with a gun barrel. It had the last word eventually, silencing the voices.

~kat

A word about this week’s 52 Words in 52 Weeks Story. The prompt was “pyramids”.

When most people think of “pyramids” they think of the ancient wonders in Egypt. When I hear the word “pyramid” it triggers memories of my dad and one of his many obsessions.

No one noticed the signs, or if they did they didn’t say, because we didn’t talk about mental illness back then. People suffered in silence, or self medicated with alcohol like my dad. He may very well have been a genius, but he was also bat-shit crazy. I loved him dearly; he terrified me. He was the “monster” of my childhood nightmares.

So I’m stepping up on my soapbox for a moment. Mental illness is not a weakness or embarrassment. We need to talk about it. For heaven’s sake, if you or someone you love is suffering, get help. There is help to be found. There is no one like you. Really. No one like you.

And if writing about this can help save just one person from my dad’s fate, it will have been worth pouring my heart out on this page….