there is poetry
murmuring on
the breeze for
those who are
listening…how
can we be quiet?
~kat
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Magnetic Poetry Saturday
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 3 June 2018
Happy Sunday. I’m on vacation this week, on “holiday” as some of you call it. I haven’t vacationed in years, using my allotted paid vacation days taking care of my partner post-back surgery, or my daughter post-c-section after the birth of my youngest granddaughter. I hardly know how to act or what to do with myself, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out just it in time for my re-entry back to work.
I like this week’s ReVerse. It’s an easy read…the perfect way to start my week of leisure. I’ll post at least once daily, but I have limited WiFi here. That’s a good thing I believe, forcing me to unplug.
Have a lovely week then. For now, I have an appointment with the screened-in porch with a view of the lake and a cool breeze! ❤️
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 3 June 2018
the sunlight’s soft, muted, no shadows to swoon
scent of blossoms, earthy musk
…a sweet time
in a dusting of dirt…
ironic, how greatness has become our undoing
you know I’ve always dreamed of it
rollicking mirth
nudging closer, closer
i am persuaded
liberated souls gather
flush of the morning
rooted deep, prevailing,
a thousand diamonds
outside my window
find me there
~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 Be – A Haiku
to be, just, to be
liberated souls gather
where the hearth glows warm
~kat
For Ronovan Writes Haiku Poetry Challenge, Prompt Words: Home (hearth) & Free (liberated).
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 27 May 2018
We press on. Through setbacks, calamity, disappointment, opposition, we press on, at hope’s urging, glimmers of light, so bright they have power to dispel the darkness. They cannot exist without each other; the darkness and the light. Neither can we live without life’s extremes; the good, the bad, the highs and lows. If things were perfect, happy all the time, would we grow weary of happiness? Would we even realize how happy, how blessed we are?
We were not meant for Eden. Utopia is an illusion. And I happen to believe that is a good thing. An utterly messy existence is good for the soul. It keeps things real and multiplies our joy when we are fortunate enough to embrace it.
Don’t curse the bumps in the road my friend…be glad that they are only bumps. Smooth roads are boring.
Have a speculator week!
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 27 May 2018
what were you thinking
neath darkening skies, as storm clouds swell, glooming,
give voice to the flowers
they never did
there are always signs, something amiss,
leafy underbellies, sparkling
swept up in worry, forgetting
clearly not fragile
nose to stone, grinding
questions, unanswered
the monsters here are real
dreams to keep us
peace never comes easily
follow your bliss
~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.
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