I’ll take
my diamonds at
dawn, chartreuse,
dewy, baubles…and sip
tea, honey sweet, serenaded
by trillers, warblers, and
cooing mourners, hints
of honeysuckle, lavender
and freesia on the
breeze…for I would be
remiss to miss such
bliss, this gift
of morning
grace.
kat ~ 30 May 2016
I celebrate my sixtieth year on the planet this week…and I’m just getting started! ❤️
Bring me Noodles and
Peaches and Diamonds
for this Jubilee! I am
Metal, Fire, Water,
Earth, and Wood…I am
Virgo and Venus, a Lover
and a Devil, Matriarch
and Crone, a full-cycled
Soul embarking on a
new wave of Harmony,
Peace, Justice and
Truth…a whirling
dervish of Fibonacci
perfected Chaos oozing
Harmony, Balance and
Nurture for I am
Wisdom and Grace,
a Red Rose in full
bloom. I am Winter.
A mere Three-Score,
Composite of Abundance,
a Sexagenarian measured
in seconds and minutes,
cubits and talents, in vertex
angles of unilateral
triangles and buckyballs…
I am ancient…I am
timeless! And I am a
Kosher Babyboomer
Daughter, Sister, Mother,
Friend…Grandmother, Anam
Cara, Soul Mate, Twin…
I am Love and Magic,
the sum of decades
of experience, still
young enough to
reap the rewards…So
I’ll nap when I need to,
go bra-less, wear less
make-up, more flat
shoes and comfortable
clothes, and I’ll play
more, worry less and
shed whatever no
longer makes me
happy. This is what
sixty looks like,
instructions no longer
needed. I finally love
this familiar soft skin
that I’m in and my
graying locks…and
one more thing…
I don’t want anyTHING
for this milestone
birthday…I will
have a plate of
sweet red velvet
cake and most of
all I just want YOU.
kat ~ 28 May 2016
A Kyrielle Poem for Jane Dougherty’s Weekly Poetry Challenge using the words: Moonlight, tread, wary, secret, swaying and the photo below as inspiration.
Evening moonlight floods the pathway
swaying trees lean in shadow play
along the treaded road to home
each soul must journey here alone.
Once upon each new life dawning
wary travelers seek belonging
often forgetting what they know
each soul must journey here alone.
Days turn into weeks, months, years
decades spent in joy and in tears
some find life spent, nothing to show
each soul must journey here alone.
Still others with true joie de vivre
have no regrets come time to leave
they know the secret in their bones
each soul must journey here alone.
Soon, too soon life’s final chapter
turns the page to the hereafter
promising peace for all who roam
each soul must journey here alone.
kat ~ 26 May 2016
May is National Mental Health Month. Take care of you and yours…don’t suffer in silence. You are not alone. Peace and Healing ~ kat
back
forth and
rutted deep
sick spiraling
gloom’s unrelenting
misfired synapses
serotonin deficient
darkening blots on gray matter
…depression…
darkening blots on gray matter
serotonin deficient
misfired synapses
gloom’s unrelenting
sick spiraling
rutted deep
forth and
back.
kat ~ 21 May 2016
(An Octet/Palindrome)
Another Shi Sai Sunday Week in ReVerse. This week was rather busy in my 9 to 5. I did consort with my muse though, in the in-between and wee hours. When life gets fussy with schedules and deadlines and such, I am so grateful for poetry. As long as I can loose myself in iambic pentameter every now and again I can trudge through the necessaries and know that I haven’t lost my soul.
But I do miss my bits of flash, as in fiction. And my little story series that is hanging on the cusp. I promise to get back to it soon. 🙂
For now, I am happy to be here in the happy place. I celebrated a year of blogging this past week. And my friend Lynn of LynzRealCooking became a Grandma to twins this week. She posted baby pics! You have to go see them!
Another friend, Jacqueline honored me with an interview. You can check that out HERE. Thank you Jacqueline! Did you know she just published her first book of poetry? You should check it out. Jacqueline is a wonderful writer!
Oh, and to round out my week I found another heart shaped rock. I collect them. (And I occasionally give them away if I encounter someone who looks like they might need one.) They are everywhere, but rare at the same time. It takes a bit of hard knocks for a common rock to become a heart. Pieces of its roundness must be chipped away. It may suffer tosses and tumbles and encounters with sharp obstacles to “become”. We are kind of like that. Each of us sharing our hearts from the messy life lessons we’ve survived, as well as the joy and beauty of it all. It has made us who we are. I love the first line of this week’s shi sai… It says it all!
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 15 May 2016
We are connected by an invisible cord.
But truth…but Truth, sweet siren
songstress,
scattered randomly on air
enlightened souls
flower buds
more than a rainbow
she waits for dusk’s indigo sky
when life is fresh and roses drip with dew…
Now THIS, I can wrap my right-skewed brain around…
metamorphosis complete.kat
like mercury colliding... 