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Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 29 September 2019

Is it Sunday already?! This week has been a whirlwind! Long hours at work…I know, I know, I’m sure you’re getting tired of hearing about that. Why don’t I retire already! Believe me I’m counting the days! 1,099 days to be exact. But as a middle-middle class citizen in this country, I will need to work past my official retirement age. It’s the reality of the baby boomer generation, and it draws the ire of younger generations who wish we would just move on, and free up the jobs they covet. We’re not leaving, because we can’t afford to. Sorry kids.

But I have to admit, I’m getting tired of the bullshit. Of working long hours to line the pockets of greedy shareholders. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful to have a job. But things need change in this country where the rich get richer and the rest of us toil.

It’s why I am a progressive. It’s why I care about those who are struggling. It’s why I believe we are all deserve a chance at life, liberty and happiness…those things that our constitution promises us. It’s why I choose to be kind. Why my heart breaks again and again as I watch people vote to support a government that separates children from parents, that believes women are best controlled and kept in their place, that destroys our natural resources, that refuses to acknowledge science, that cozies up to dictators while dismissing our long standing alliances with other democracies, our allies, our friends. It’s got to change, and I believe it will. We are on the cusp, I think. And it’s Autumn. My favorite season. Letting go…I’m still working on that. It’s harder than the trees make it look.

Peace to you. Tomorrow is a new week. Yay…


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 29 September 2019

be still my heart
one step closer to
letting go
sparing none
the winds of autumn
edge of tangled twilight
no looking back
found in a moment
bits of soul
life unaware
no peace

~kat


A 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 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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 22 September 2019

I took some poetic liberty with today’s ReVerse lifting single words from my favorite lines instead of penning the entire line; still sequential, still a snapshot of last week…a reVerse condensed. But I love this week’s stream of consciousness.

On this eve of Autumn my heart is singing. It is my favorite season. Cooling, shorter days, bursts of jewel tone colors, the crunch of leaves and acorns underfoot, the smell of wood burning, first puffs of smoke from chimneys on cool nights, the rustling of squirrels gathering for winter, the mournful last songs of crickets at dusk, pumpkins, gourds, silver corn stalk bundles, the abundance of earthy root vegetables, harvest celebrations, sunflowers, soup simmering on the stove, wafts of garlic, celery and onion melding, bread, sweet and buttery warm, fresh from oven…

I love this season of letting go and settling in, of longer nights, the flicker of candle light and crackling hearths. And I love this week’s ReVerse poem. Out of a week’s worth of words, a harvest of beautiful words. It’s a pity Autumn can’t last all year, but then again, I’d miss the snow, the blooming buds, flowers, trees, bursting lush and verdant, dancing in the breeze, thunder storms, days that last forever…

Autumn is just a sleep away. I am so excited!!! There’s just one thing…I think I’ll pass on that pumpkin-spiced latte! 😉 I’m more of a mulled cider, mead kinda girl…Cheers…Skål…Sláinte…Santé…Prost…Salute!!!!!! Until we meet again!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 22 September 2019

twilight to tranquility
unearthed
casting shadows
touch
cool on skin, breath
void of the light
wrapped in the night
those who dream

~kat


A 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 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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 15 September 2019

It’s been one of those weeks. Long days at work. Busy weekend working. To say I’m tired is an understatement. But it was also a good week. I got a lot accomplished so there’s that.

An update on the mama cat, who we now call Matilda, the black kitten, who will henceforth be known as Schrodinger and our Frankie, the runt, who is now already 5 and a half pounds of spitfire. They are all healthy and thriving. Matilda was spayed – no more kittens for her and Schrodinger is scheduled for his neuter in a few weeks. I had been making great strides with Matilda until the spay. She is a grudge holder, it seems, and is slowly warming up to me again. It’s a good thing I am patient. As for Schrodinger? He is proving just as elusive as he was under our porch. Finding, I’m guessing, a perfect nook to hide in. He lives up to his name. This weekend we also helped transport a very pregnant mama beagle to her foster home. She was found in a shelter and rescued, thank goodness.

In a world where kindness is hard to come by, I try to do my part every day, not only with human folk, but with the least among us. Creatures big and small. The homeless, the hungry, the innocent. It gives me purpose. It connects me to what is important. Kindness. We need it more now than ever.

Have a wonderful week! ❤️


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 15 September 2019

terror
move on
set up defenses
adorned in golden mist
gray clouds heavy with rain
we’re expected to outgrow
swevens
in the mist

~kat


A 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 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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 8 September 2019

I’m just gonna leave this here. Interpret this week’s ReVerse as you will. There is enough crazy here in the US and across the pond to make us all weary. Hurricanes and the devastation left behind. We have a lot of cleaning up to do on all fronts. But I’m not going to talk about that today. There’s a hint of autumn in the air and I’m relishing in the cool interlude that it brings.

It’s ok to take a break every now and again. Let the talking heads blab; let history manage the telling of it, sharpie ink still wet from those who believe they can rewrite it. Some things are constant, like the seasons. Like the sun’s set and it’s rising, there is an assurance that darkness is not forever. There is a hint of autumn in the air. It feels cool and glorious against my skin. That’s all I really need to know in this moment. That’s all I care to dwell on.

Go gently this week my friends. Be safe. Be well.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 8 September 2019

the same mistakes, another when
…debunk those crazy rumors once and for all
among the things I return to
dawn’s coming late now; dusk too soon
and yet there’s something glorious
I can’t deny
ask why
one day
What does it say?
is it the trees, or me
silenced
come hell, come high
crazy
the tree tops
are weary

~kat


A 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 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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 August 2019

My partner told me that I have taken up humming lately. I hadn’t noticed. It’s an annoying habit that crops up when I am feeling stressed or overwhelmed. Too many hours at work is a likely catalyst. And undoubtedly, a family gathering this weekend, attended by a daughter and granddaughters I haven’t seen since the ‘great divide’ that has broken so many friends and families in recent years. It went better than I expected, but there was the sad, black hole of those lost years; an awkward, lost ease, the familiarity that comes through unbroken connection. Still I will cherish the brief memory of our time together. A mother is always a mother, even if her children fly away, never to return or for only brief glimpses.

There was also our first attempts at taming the shrew out of the feral, frightened kitten we rescued. It’s amazing how little time it takes in the wild to snap a tiny, innocent kitten into a snarling, claw-wielding devil. But I am committed to see it through. His mom is scheduled for her spay this Thursday. I hope all goes well. She was loved once, then cast aside I assume for whatever reason people do such things. I can tell she remembers warm and safe in the way she waits for me and rubs against me purring when I feed her. I know how she feels. How easy it is to forgive…forget even…life’s harshness.

Mothers, children, family, cats and kittens…the reason I work to survive here for just a moment more of the blessings of this life. I hope you have moments this week that cause you to pause and think, ‘life is good’…because life is.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 August 2019

be kind to others you don’t know
when children lose their innocence
she had some wild stories
with dreams that linger into day
you must be red, rose red like me, you can’t be blue
we can’t ignore that we are doomed; let’s set things right
a storm is nigh, rain droplets burst, cool is the breeze
in the belly of grace I fall
amidst the trees, sparks of divine on breezes sway

~kat


A 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 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.


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