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döstädning

döstädning

I am a tree in autumn,
limbs stiffening from
dawn’s first frost,
clinging wistfully to
the dying remnants of
summer, old photographs,
books, trinkets, effigies
of a life lived long and
full, roots deeply
entrenched in the
familiar, yielding to
the wind whispering, it is
time to let go, to render
to yesterday its relics,
to turn the brittle page
in naked abandon, to rest
my soul in the cool present,
to sleep, to dream of
another glorious spring

~kat


Döstädning, which means “death cleaning” in English, is a method of downsizing and organizing from the Swedish author and artist Margareta Magnusson. Death cleaning isn’t about getting rid of all your stuff, but rather streamlining your life so you’re only holding onto what makes you happy.

I am moving from my big two story home in a month into a sweet little one level home on a hill in foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Hence, I’ve been a little less prolific in my writing here, obviously preoccupied with the details of moving. I am hoping my daughters appreciate my efforts to leave a smaller footprint for them to dispose of when I’m gone. And as for the years I have left (which I hope are many) I am excited to begin a new, simpler chapter. Peace!

Here’s my new view…


Cinqku #23 – A Trio in Honor of August

notus

son of
the stars and
dawn, Notus* drives
the swelling south winds of
autumn

laying
bare summer’s
bones, the reaper’s
sickle, sparing none this
harvest

season
letting go
drawing inward,
many blessings to be
counted

~kat
*NOTOS (Notus) was the god of the south wind, one of the four directional Anemoi (WindGods). He was the wet, storm-bringing wind of late summer and early autumn. Notos dwelt in Aithiopia (Ethiopia), the southernmost realm in the geographies of myth.


A cinqku must always have 5 lines and a perfect seventeen-syllable count. The lines typically follow a 2,3,4,6,2 format. There is no title requirement on the second line. As for syntax and diction styles, it follows the free Tanka style originally. There are no metric requirements for a cinqku poem. Additionally, the final line must contain a cinquain or kireji turn for emphasis. 

 


Cinqku #22

hush, be
still my heart,
dawns first light, bright,
through tree leaves, on the breeze
dancing

~kat


A cinqku must always have 5 lines and a perfect seventeen-syllable count. The lines typically follow a 2,3,4,6,2 format. There is no title requirement on the second line. As for syntax and diction styles, it follows the free Tanka style originally. There are no metric requirements for a cinqku poem. Additionally, the final line must contain a cinquain or kireji turn for emphasis. 


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.


October 13-31 Poem #19

a cool nip frosts the aged leaves cleaving to the trees

~kat


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