no one sleeps
infused with light
whispers of ancestors
and we grow wise, midst a litany of if only’s and what if’s
in the quiet hours of the night
things that should be said
doom scrolling
mind control
it starts with goosebumps
people fear what they don’t know
it’s not in my head
peacemakers don’t deal in hate
hovering close by, never alone
light dancing with the wind
We have weathered several seasons together.
it’s voice, a soulful wailing sound
sometimes I wonder who rescued who
‘twas once a great nation, but it’s now under siege
~kat
It was long past time for me to assemble lines from the last several weeks of poems, and write a ReVerse. Just so you know…almost a year into DT rule and I am not over it. The huge mistake silly self-absorbed people made when they unleashed hell on earth by giving the orange king a second go at destroying the country…and sadly, affecting our world neighbors as well. I have one question for these lemmings. Are you tired of winning yet? Because the rest of us are exhausted. We ended the week with a glimmer though. 7 million people took to the streets to say enough. We want our country back. It was a day of glimmers seven million strong.
There were several glimmers over the past few weeks that sustained me through the ups and downs of life. And today was no different. The annual show of Autumn leaves will be a limited engagement this year. The turning came late. It was just on the edge of spectacular, when the winds came through stripping the tree limbs. They say it’s because of an extended dry spell this fall.
Nature mimicking world events. I do hope the momentum and energy doesn’t fizzle out like the leaves this autumn. I do sense a change in the air. I’m holding on to that glimmer…and breathing.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.
~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 here as a review of the past several weeks.
like mercury colliding... 