as ignorant blind fools sleep along the forest edge I went I refuse to blend into oblivion Obviously, it’s clear as swamp water done and kept anonymous potted plants are not still life
~kat
Well, this week’s ReVerse will make you think. I tell myself that I should not try too hard to make sense of it. After all, it’s just six lines lifted from the poems written over the past 6 days. Six lines.
To say ‘it’s been a week’ is a loaded statement for sure. It’s been months of unbelievably insane weeks. No need to wait for the left shoe to drop…it’s been raining left shoes.
That said, hope feels like a very brave thing to do. In those moments in between hopelessness I have glimmers to keep me. I hope you are able to embrace the glimmers in your life as well. Be assured you are not alone.
Much love and peace to you…and glimmers, especially glimmers!
a turkey hen showing her chick where the feeders are at dawn……after breakfast they head to the dust pit for a spa treatment.,,
…learning how it’s done…and mimicking mom to perfection!
a sense of summer
I know the scent and sounds of dawn its first light’s symphony of song the earthy scent of dew drenched loam the sunlit sparkling fields of home
I know the feel of days at noon sun high and hot in skies of blue where shadows cast by towering trees shade earth while dancing in the breeze
I love the subtle shifts at dusk the rising mist that smells of musk horizons edge afire en rouge the setting sun sinks from our view
to sleep, to dream another night to read, to write by candlelight under the twinkling moon and stars connecting all, both near and far
my senses swoon in summertime I’m feeling green and that’s just fine!
~kat
Our landscaper asked us if we wanted him to fill in that exposed area of red clay and dust on the hill in our back yard area. And then he backtracked and said…never mind…I know you guys. It’s true. How could we sod over an area that gives the local turkeys (and us as their witnesses) so much happiness! I felt so fortunate to catch this dust bath ritual on film!
When people ask us how we could move away from the city and the convenience of shopping close by, to the woods, with horrible WiFi, prone to power outages, sitting on a hill with a long, steep, scary driveway…this is why.
All this happens just feet away from my window. I am so happy here. And so happy too to share this little bit of joy with you.
the skies today are overcast gray the Stars and Stripes are on display reminding us when freedom calls there is a price some gave their all we honor them the few, the brave they died believing to the grave a righteous cause worth dying for a melting pot, from shore to shore with opportunities for all who come with hopeful hearts with dreams of more may all of us the living still ensure their death was not in vain give voice to truth defend democracy in memory, proclaim Let freedom reign!
~kat
It’s Memorial Day here in the US today. A day to remember our fallen soldiers, those who died on battlefields at home and abroad. The president did his obligatory photo shot, laying a wreath at the grave of the Unknown soldier at Arlington Cemetery, but this selfish man couldn’t be bothered to pay his respects to the troops on site for the event. He rushed off to “deal with China” he said. In actually it was tee-time at his nearby golf course that demanded his attention. We can do better America. We need to do better. Today of all days it is the least we can do for our heroes who gave all.
My glimmer today? I cleaned closets. It’s a good feeling to get rid of things that no longer serve your needs. There’s a wider lesson to be gleaned from this I think. I’ll just leave this here for you to chew on if it resonates with you.
I would, if I could, eat soup everyday especially now when uncertainty has my stomach twisted, tied in knots it’s comfort food, yes soup will do, it’s my go to, when I am blue, a simple broth, potatoes, beans, rice or noodles, something green, spinach, kale seasoned well, hot steaming, slurpilicious, can you tell, that soup will do when I’m distressed, better than my first instinct, clearly under great duress, to grab for something salty, sweet, too much of a good thing until I’m stuffed, uncomfortable, just ill I should have had some soup instead but worry makes me lose my head and so I cook a lot these days, soup, of course, for times like these
fresh from disaster recovery underway voices pierce the wind the air feels strange, heavy death stopped by to fetch a soul
dining at dusk
fat-bellied does flock grazing, with yearlings in tow spring fawns on the way
~kat
Two poems today. It was a strange evening after i signed off from work. My dog Gabby naps next to me most of the day, but the sound of my laptop shutting can rouse her from the deepest sleep. She knows it’s time for a walk around the property. I feed the crows. A few peanuts, toss a bucket full of feed corn to the deer and turkeys, and then tend the various feeders. Tonight was not routine. There were emergency vehicles on the road not far from my driveway. We live on a curve in the road. Someone likely took the curve woo quickly and rolled their car in a nearby pasture. There was an ambulance but no urgency. It is very likely that the passenger(s) did not survive. When death comes near, the air changes; at least for me it does. Such a sad end to the day.
And then came the birds and the deer to partake of the snacks I had left for them. The deer seemed particularly joyful. Running around, the young ones playing with each other. The doe are growing fat around the middle. Fawn season is a month or less away. I watched them for several minutes and picture them here. Seeing them was just what I needed…a reminder that life goes on, even in the aftermath of death. A glimmer…🥰
It’s not everyday that the extremes of life and death hover so closely. But it helped me to realize how important it is to find balance between the extremes. Let’s meet in the middle, shall we?!
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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