
gaseous yellow dwarf
we count the hours, days by you
Helios, Sol, Ra
~kat
For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word, ‘sun’.

gaseous yellow dwarf
we count the hours, days by you
Helios, Sol, Ra
~kat
For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word, ‘sun’.
At first I wasn’t sure about this week’s ReVerse. I collected the lines last night and had a quick read through. “What a jumbled mess,” I thought, putting it and myself to bed for the night.
But this morning after sleeping on it? Well, this morning this jumbled mess is actually growing on me because of what it makes me feel.
Did you ever see the film, “What Dreams May Come”? That’s the best way I can explain it. This week’s reVerse feels like bright, bleeding watercolors wrapping around me, swallowing me.
“Um, okay,” I imagine you thinking. “Get the girl some coffee.”
It’s okay if you don’t feel it too. It’s just words. A reflection of a week that was. A jumbled mess of random lines that were never meant to be a separate poem. There will be more poems next week, more words to jumble through. Life is like that, I’m thinking. Sometimes it’s a blur. And other times you manage to stop long enough feel it. This morning is one of those other times.
Have a great jumbled mess of a week! ❤️
perched above happily,
they cannot be moved
we creatures of habit need sunlight to thrive
today is bittersweet…
there’s a calming hush
‘twas the talk of the town
a finder’s keep
I wonder what you’re thinking
poor worm dangling, sacrificed
I could be wrong
crisis to crisis, teetering on red
harmless to humans
my sleeve bleeds thoughts, words
sith it is the fourth
how many ways
remembering when
little things
like a rose losing
forget, that they snap
the light underbellies of tree leaves
~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.
rain looming
brisk breezes exposing
the light underbellies of tree leaves
charcoal grey clouds swelling, heavy with cool raindrops
hint of dew in the air, then droplets
leave craters in the dust
parched no more
~kat~
A triquain demi.

grey squirrel in a tree
perched above happily,
just below, cats roam free seeking prey
~kat
For Jane’s Daily Florescence Poem Challenge…29 and counting down to the last one tomorrow. It’s been fun. I like this form Jane. Thanks for conjuring it. 😊 Happy Sunday!

Today’s ReVerse is loaded. In just 25 random lines (yes, I counted) acid streams of my subconsciousness have spilled out on a screen and are now glaring at me. If I didn’t do this little looking back exercise every week, I’d be tempted to scrap this one, declaring that it just didn’t make sense this week. It would be true, of course, to the innocent bystander, but not to me. You know how when you are young, with the whole world and life’s possibilities ahead of you, and hopeful? And then at some point you realize that life has no interest in bolstering your best laid plans because life is a crapshoot and the dealer is on the take to the highest bidder, and you’re not it, not by a long shot? So you settle into your unlucky self, count your losses, and call it a night, not realizing that the whole thing was rigged against you from the start? Don’t ask me why. Hell if I know. But it comes down to this. Life is disappointing sometimes. Of course it has its spectacular moments, but sometimes it doesn’t, and we find ourselves settling because we’re tired of fighting. And we grow accustomed to things being just okay and realize that okay is okay. Today’s ReVerse is all that, for me at least. I guess you had to be there.
On a side note…Happy Full Pink Moon! It sounds innocuous…full…pink. But the astrological facts surrounding this month’s lunation shed more light on this past week’s regurgitations perfectly. As one seer explained, “this full moon is all about bringing toxic emotions to the surface and releasing them.” Yup, I tasted the sour ick and felt the burn as this collection of lines spewed out. That explains it. I am as powerless against Luna’s wiles as the tides. But I shall surrender each grain of sand to that sea of oblivion, if you will. At next week’s ReVerse I hope resume my light, line by line banter about spring flowers and the weather, with occasional jabs at political fools. Until then, go gently in your corner of the world. If you wondered why all the sludge you’d thought you’d buried long ago, rose to the surface this week, you can blame it on the moon. Today is the day to let it all go. Tomorrow is a new day.
a sign spring’s coming soon, on the brink
when stars realigned and…
can you hear the rose petals laughing, leaves trembling?
i’m warming to the gray
it is a party
but not love
songbirds at dawn, mourning doves
they always knew.
let’s stop this lunacy
like tiny worlds within worlds,
in the cool misty brume
where most anything flies, pigs and crime
little things…like details, lies, and small talk…they make me crazy.
c’est le sweet spot d’une fleur, ooh-la-la!
none of us could have saved you.
beautiful flowers cling
watching, that black-eyed stare
innocence intact, not jaded
a forgotten craft
but already tides swoon
Forgive me for not saying goodbye this time.
breathe deeply the dawn
open to life’s hope
it is not out there
sweetness aching red
~kat