there is a haunting cloud of poison
in the air this morning…a red hot sky
our salty tears making dirty trails
on our faces…smiles darkened
in the wake of hate’s fire
~kat
Remembering Las Vegas…and keeping close to heart, those still suffering in Puerto Rico, islands in the Caribbean and Texas and Florida.
My fortune cookie this past Saturday…
Life does not go on…not just yet. We were burdened this past week with aftermaths of destruction: hurricanes, earthquakes, raging wildfires, crushing inhumanity by so-called leaders, while the best of humanity hangs in the balance, at the ready to take make things right. But life is not going on…not just yet as we face even more catastrophe on our southern shores. We remind ourselves of our incredible resilience in the wake of all of life’s storms, be they nature-driven or human fabricated. Life goes on…sometimes, and sometimes it does not…
I feel helpless in the eye of the storms that rage around me. There is nowhere to run…nowhere to hide. We can try to prepare. We can hope for the best. But ultimately we must wait.
I’m tempted to wrap myself in my woobie and sleep long and hard until it’s over…until it’s time to gather what is left; until it’s time to make something of the rubble. What if nothing remains? It’s useless to worry about it. What do we do with time when it’s not time to move on, not just yet?
Moments count most right now. I light a candle for us all as I embrace the frail excruciating weight of this single moment. I breathe in deeply, exhale slowly. I gaze at my surroundings; the people, pets and things that give me comfort, that I love, and last but certainly not least, I eat the damn cake, savoring its sweetness. As moments go it is enough. I’ll leave the moving on until it’s time.
Be safe, be kind, love one another…peace.
soft the gloaming hush descends
breath of withering blossoms dying
there’s a cool snap in the air
a coffee, please
excruciating, the wait,
oh…I had a secret invisibility cloak once
pretending to be impressed with his strip shuffle
sinful indulgence
falsehoods fade slowly
dusty nooks, cluttered,
for nuggets of gold
treasure ‘midst rubble
so easily crushed
late summer storms swell
sleep in if you like
whisper me lies
they never rest
they know my heart best
eat the damn cake…do it
~kat
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.
For yesterday’s Daily Prompt: Chaos…
clusters of seedlings
scattered randomly on air
find root from chaos.
©kat 10 May 2016
Photo Credit: Glen Noble
I couldn’t resist participating in this Three Line Tale Challenge…even if it is a bit late. I could get lost in a place like this and be perfectly happy never to return to the outside world. And so here is my Three Line Tale in the form of a Haiku. Thank you Sonya for hosting this great challenge!
Where some see chaos,
a book-loving hoarder’s lair,
others see heaven!
kat ~ 7 March 2016
Happy Sunday, The signs of spring are all around here in the Northern hemi. Winter is having a few final hurrahs but her days are numbered. It’s just a matter of time. How comforting to know that the seasons follow their prescribed paths year after year. Just as we weary from the extremes…the cold, the heat…the transitional seasons slip in, right on cue, to give us relief. Spring with its warm, wet fecundity and Autumn with its vibrant, surrendering release. We need the in-between to pause, take a breath and gain perspective.
Today is my in-between. As I lifted verses from the poetry and prose of the past week I began to see that I played a balancing act each day within each piece. Happily I have arrived here today relatively unscathed by the entire rollercoaster ordeal, my usual optimistic, positive self.
It is fascinating to me in retrospect, for truly there were some dark, emotional moments last week. The added burdens of being a caretaker took its toll, exhaustion finally having its way with me Saturday. I slept most of the day. Sleep is good. Generally, life is good. Here in the in-between it’s easy to see. And this is the most interesting thing…I maintained balance through it all precisely because I embraced the extremes, letting the pendulum have its full sway each day eventually settling me back to center softly swaying, giving me pause, time to breathe.
To illustrate this amazing contrast of extremes I give you two lines of ReVerse from each post this week. It is evident from my words that I could have easily lost myself on either side. How clearly the chaos makes perfect sense in retrospect. I know that no matter what the coming week presents, I will survive, thrive even, because of the amazing balancing act of my subliminal self in its ability to center me. It’s a reminder that I am equipped with everything, the tools I need to live this life of extremes…beautiful perspective always to be found in the in-between.
Have a wonderful week!
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ The Extremes ~ 6 March 2016
diurnal dance
waning flush
polarized rivals
“soft launch”
hint at hidden truths
images captured in silhouette
a voyeur is thrilled
sitting front row center
while she fumed
dilly-dallied
much maligned
to bloom
some prefer routine
chaotic bliss
stir my imagination
Cloud 9
unsung, unpaid
also called
duties as assigned
do-it-all
when something breaks down
a hero with tools
on the wing…
fragrant sweetness swirls faintly on the windkat ~ peace out y’all 🙂
like mercury colliding... 