September 10, 2017

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

By Kat Myrman

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.

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September 9, 2017

Magnetic Poetry Saturday

By Kat Myrman

eat the damn

cake…do it

dance naked

drink champagne

you are here

to celebrate

i listen to the

little voices in

my head

they know my

heart best

some say peace comes

before the storm

but watchers follow

its path and see

its wild nature

they never rest

whisper me lies

fill my head with

sweet nothings

i need peachy pink

drivel when

things wax ugly

~kat

Magnetic Poetry. Play online HERE.

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September 8, 2017

Late Holiday

By Kat Myrman

Photo from The Old Farmer’s Almanac

sleep in if you like
there is no such thing as late
when on holiday

late summer storms swell
each tempest has a nickname
holiday spoiler

~kat

For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words Late & Holiday.

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September 8, 2017

Peace Doves

By Kat Myrman

doves made of paper
love-fashioned symbols of peace
so easily crushed

~kat

For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge -Week 83, based on the photo by Dev Benjamin via Unsplash.

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September 8, 2017

Fossick – Friday’s Word of the Day

By Kat Myrman

Fossick is today’s word of the day at Dictionary.com. It’s an Aussie word…as in primarily used and originating in Australia. It means to hunt; seek; ferret out and is also a mining term that means to undermine another’s digging; search for waste gold in relinquished workings, washing places, etc.

Dictionary.com explains: The verb fossick is confined pretty much to Australia and New Zealand. As with many regional and dialect words, its etymology is unclear: the verb seems to be a regional British term fussock, fursick meaning “to fuss, fidget, bustle.” In Australia and New Zealand fossick originally meant to hunt for gold or other precious metals or precious stones by digging with a knife or by studying the ground for overlooked fragments. Fossick has an additional sense of hunting for or foraging for small items e.g., to fossick through a drawer for scissors. Fossick entered English in the 19th century.

Did you know that there is an entire tourist industry devoted to fossicking in Australia? Intrepid explorers need a license to fossick, and there are a number of rules and responsibilities to be followed. But for those who choose to plan for a day of fossicking on their itinerary, there are is treasure waiting to be found.

Australia has a long history when it comes to fossicking. Depending on the site, fossickers may find a treasure trove of gems including opals, topaz, garnets, diamonds, sapphires, zircon, and gold. There are designated areas devoted to the pastime. Here’s a LINK to learn more.

So, I’ve learned something new. Who knew fossicking was a thing? Apparently the Aussies knew! I guess you had to be there…down under, that is!

Have a great weekend. Happy fossicking! A few Haiku…

seasoned fossickers
are ferreting gold-diggers
treasure ‘midst rubble

tourists down-under
plan fossicking excursions
for nuggets of gold

dusty nooks, cluttered,
second-hand tomes to fossick
where book mongers swoon

~kat

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