Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 9 April 2017


Happy Sunday! It’s been a busy week! Stuff happening at work, at home and in the world. Life. The good, the bad, the happy, the sad. I lose myself in the fray when I forget that no matter what is happening around me there are things that remain constant, no matter what.

I am a survivor. It helps to remember every dead end and insurmountable obstacle that has challenged me in the past. I’m here today because I survived. Life went on and I am living proof of that.

I am brave. Life is not for the faint of heart. Rather than put things into less overwhelming, more manageable boxes as I tend to do, it’s okay to let the everything mingle. There is balance to be found in letting stuff collide.

When hatred smacks me on the face, there is the me that is compassionate, kind and loving. When sadness and despair loom, there is contentment add gratefulness. When fear threatens to stop me in my tracks I remember that I am brave.

And when my memory fails me there is nothing like nature to center and ground me…toes in the mud or tickled by cool grass, the blue sky and clouds, soft rain and the moon and stars above.

It’s always good to remember the truth about who I am…the things that sustain me and are constant to see me through the days that are less than.

Have a good week remembering. 🙂

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 9 April 2017

no one’s listening anymore
there is a softer world
I listen to warblers trilling, and rain
Happy Independence Day Baby
it’s the little things
but nothing happens
making things great again
karma remembers
toes in muddy ooze
whisper to her gently by name
streams of sun bursting
the rest goes,
truth is elusive
no place to hide…enough is enough
it is frosted by clouds
sometimes I need reminding

kat – 9 April 2017

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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. 😊


Barefoot – NaPoWriMo 2017 #8

grass between my toes,
breeze softly tossing my hair,
wispy clouds, blue sky,
sometimes I need reminding
where I’m from and who I am

-kat – 8 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #8 -A Tanka – 5/7/5/7/7)


Magnetic Poetry Saturday 

never is the moon
more bright than when
it is frosted by clouds

~kat – 8 April 2017


Peace in Pieces – NaPoWriMo 2017 #7

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The destroyer U.S.S. Porter launched a Tomahawk missile from the Mediterranean Sea on Friday. Credit: Ford Williams/U.S. Navy, via Associated Press

 

Peace in Pieces

The sky is falling   send in the drones
no place to hide   enough is enough
little by little   show them who’s boss
hope slips away   weak we are not
death is a gift   they won’t soon forget
when life is pure hell   bomb them to bits
mercy is madness   mercy’s for losers
though some live to tell   who haven’t a clue
darkness unending   bleeding heart saps
no place to hide   enough is enough
the sky is falling   send in the drones

~kat – 7 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #7 –  Today’s prompt suggestion was to write something along the lines of “luck” and “fortuitousness”, but I’m afraid I didn’t have the heart for it.

A Cleave Poem – How to read a Cleave Poem (three poems in one) 1) read the Italic column top to bottom 2) Read the Bold column top to bottom 3) read each line across top to bottom)


Inveterate – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

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It’s Friday. Thank goodness it’s Friday! Today’s dictionary.com Word of the Day  is “Inveterate”. It is defined as: settled or confirmed in a habit, practice,  feeling, or the like: an inveterate gambler; firmly established by long continuance, as a disease, habit, practice, feeling, etc.; chronic.The Collins Dictionary also adds an obsolete meaning: full of hatred; hostile.

Dictionary.com gives us a nice bit of history on the word:
Inveterate comes from the Latin verb inveterāre “to grow old,” a derivative of the adjective vet(us) “old.” Latin vet- is related to Greek ét-os (Doricwét os) “year” with its derivative etḗsios “yearly” (cf. “etesian winds”). The Latin nouns vitellus and vitulus “calf, bull calf, yearling” are also derivatives of vet(us). The Latin name for Italy, Italia, has the rare form Vitalia (cf. Oscan Víteliú), both of which are from Greek italós (Doricwitalós) “bull,” because Italy was rich in cattle. Inveterate entered English in the 16th century.

There is not much in the way of backstory that I could find for this word apart from its peculiar etymological link to cattle; bulls in particular. If you ask me, there are quite a few derivatives in the above blurb, which makes me a bit suspect. But for the sake of discussion I can probably squeeze some sort of relevance out of all this. For example, bulls are generally seen as stubborn, immovable, etc. Not exactly following the “because Italy was rich in cattle” part. Um, okay…if you say so…that’s nice to know…not.

As for the “growing old” part, it is true that some old people are set in their ways. Routine and habit are comforting ruts for some. But I would venture a guess that not all elder folk are inveterate; some are quite comfortable with movement and change (including me. And I do qualify as a first person expert. I have my AARP card to prove it!). But that’s about all I could muster on this week’s word. It is what it is. As with all bland, so-so words, use em or lose em.

I did discover that as a ten letter word, inveterate will land you a whopping 63 points in Scrabble. Good luck with that. I am lucky when I can use all SEVEN of my allotted letters, let alone TEN! But you can store that in the “obscure word fact” file in your brain. Never know when you might need it.

Have a great weekend!

Signed,
An Inveterate Optimist 🙂

Truth is elusive
to inveterate liars
fiction is the truth

~kat – 7 April 2017