
…to the rain
dark clouds brimming, burst
a cascade of droplets flow
sating a world that thirsts
sweetened breezes blow
tender shoots break ground in afterglow
~kat

…to the rain
dark clouds brimming, burst
a cascade of droplets flow
sating a world that thirsts
sweetened breezes blow
tender shoots break ground in afterglow
~kat

I really like this week’s ReVerse poem. Sometimes they just flow. Like today. In a weird way I get it, or rather, the words lifted from the previous week’s posts get me. It may not make a lick of sense to you. But for me, it is a window.
All this brings me to my thoughts today. I often feel that I am not writing enough. I beat myself up over the micro-poetry I manage to eke out. Granted, I am restrained by time. After spending 9-10 hours at work 5 days a week, there is precious little daylight left to be creative. I’m not necessarily a night person, but creativity must strike me during the late and wee hours, out of necessity, or not at all. I wonder if I could be even more creative if I had more time and wasn’t exhausted from a long day’s work when I sit down to create. Wishing doesn’t make it so, though. Survival requires toil. On the contrary, it is perhaps urgency and exhaustion that drives me, and limited time that forces me to be succinct in my offerings.
One day I may have the luxury of penning epic lines of verse, stanza after stanza, but for now I must accept that short poems are good enough. Better than enough in fact. It’s the perfect window into my life right now. Survival interspersed with snippets of beauty, miracles discovered, moments of awe. I must remember to go easy on myself. Long or short, rhyme or free, it’s all just words. And words are everything. It starts with one word. What follows is poetry, because life is poetry. Happy are we when we capture even a glimpse!
dreaming of freedom, rafters,
scalded brew of beans and leaves
waiting for the night
death of desire, hounded
What’s in a word?
if you’re not in front, on time, you lose
blared out of control,
and clueless fools will proclaim,
constructing a wall
it’s an illusion
just a kiss of sun
~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.

…to winter blooms
just a kiss of sun
woos them from the frozen ground
persian blue speedwell blossoms
henbits, ruby crowned
braving winter’s nip, new life abounds
~kat

…to the sky
it’s an illusion
alchemy, refracted rays,
prismatic wave diffusion,
molecules at play,
amber dusk vistas, azure by day
~kat
The Word is Construct
constructing a wall
is the construct of madness
no way constructive
~kat
A Haiku fo Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC).
https://fivedotoh.com/2019/02/07/fowc-with-fandango-construct/