brain cells, broken hearts,
feelings, reputations, spirits,
risk never mending
delicate flowers
twisted, then snapped from their roots
cannot be mended
amendments not meant
to ensure the greatest good
they’re best amended
kat – 13 September 2016
A few thoughts on the word “Mend” for Haiku Horizons.
frost comes gently at dawn
to blanket the withering earth
as summer seasons quietly
into beautiful dusky shades
vivid and wild with color…
behold it and breathe for
too soon fall will cycle on
as cold winter’s dark
nights grow long
kat – 12 September 2016
(Magnetic Poetry Online – The Nature Kit)
It’s Sunday and my usual time to look back at the week that was by lifting a line or verse from each of my postings from the previous week. The resulting “new” poem becomes a Shi Sai (re-verse) and often reveals an enlightening perspective of the previous week.
Normally I would share my reflections in this space, but this week I’d like to invite you to read my last post. You can find it HERE.
Of course no Shi Sai Sunday would be complete without the new/old verse. Here it is then:
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 11 Sepember 2016
as days rush to dusk and nights amble long
with wild seeds of secret
knowing…
by learning to bend
yes, it is a “thing”!All birds sing in the morning, each one checking in with the others to let them know they have survived the night.
they won’t help me forget
lightness, serene calm and a swirling sky above beckoning her to fly
outshining our sun
can make onlookers edgy
weak knees and cold sweats
it’s an illusion
Yes, I know you and you know me.kat
It’s Saturday night in my part of the world. For some of you it’s already Sunday. Here we all are on the cusp of our collective yesterdays and tomorrows, but more importantly, we’re all in the now, right this moment, it’s now.
I don’t know about you, but I’m tired. In my country we’re suffering through the final spin cycle of what has been an insane presidential campaign. Now I expect this is when some of you will start bristling, because I’ve made my choice quite clear. But I don’t want to talk about that tonight. No more he said she said wackiness. No more dredging up taken out of context or “gotcha” fodder to prove who’s right and who’s wrong. We’re all messed up right now. It’s true. And we’ve forgotten who we are and why we’re here.
If you’re a faithful soul then you know I’m right. And it doesn’t matter what religion you claim as your own. Even if you don’t have a particular way or truth you know it too. We’re all a bit lost aren’t we? And we’re all hurting. And we all feel pretty alone right now. Am I right?
It feels good and affirming to gravitate toward the shiny objects and loud voices that seem to say what we’re thinking. But shiny objects are an illusion and loud voices? Well, I’m afraid a lot of the time they’re loud because they like to hear themselves talk. There is a voice we’re forgetting in the cacophony of all of this noise. You know what it is. It’s that tiny voice that rumbles up from your belly. The one that whispers in our ears when we’re faced with a big decision.
I know you. You’re my friends and family, my neighbor’s and co-workers. You’re the person in the car next to me, or even the one in the car in front of me that’s driving too slow…the one that made me clench my steering wheel and my teeth wishing you would just put your phone away and drive, already…or worse! We bring out the best and worst in each other. And in those worst moments, that’s when we forget. Yes, I know you and you know me.
Tonight I am thinking about that. About you. And I’m trying to remember who I am and why I’m here. I don’t have all the answers. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. And I’m not always right, but I’m also not always wrong…and neither are you.
The thing is, I need you. And you need me too. No matter what happens, I do know one thing. There is nothing that we can’t fix together, if things get messed up.
But hey, it’s not all bad either. We’re flawed, but most of us want to be good, to do the right thing. And there is a lot of goodness in the world too. I hope you can see the goodness around you. I know I’m going to try harder to notice.
We’ll get through this. We will. I know you. And you know me. Remember that and we’ll all be okay.
Peace y’all. I really mean it.
kat – 10 September 2016
like mercury colliding... 