sevenling (the caregiver)
because i do, and have loved you
for all these beautiful years…decades
through the best and worst, in health, in sickness…til death
vows i didn’t take lightly then
or now, as the piper comes to collect his due
i am a better person for it, because of you
exhausted, not from service, but from watching you suffer
-kat 2023 day two
Another Sevenling on this second day of 2023.
sevenling (a new year)
on the first day the sun shone bright,
clouds streamed swiftly on the azure plane
the breeze was unseasonably warm
we closed another chapter, pages
singed with loss, happy milestones, grief…
what a daunting year it was
past midnight, heartache lingers, still, there is hope
~kat 2023 day one
Why a Sevenling? Because 2023, numerologically speaking, is a Universal Year 7. And what is a sevenling?
the sevenling…
A three line stanza containing three things
A three line stanza containing three (contrasting) things
A one-line stanza that resolves or heightens the contrast
the title includes the word “sevenling” with the given title in parenthesis.
it doesn’t matter
when someone says,
it doesn’t matter
it’s not necessarily
an obstinate
self-defeating,
depreciating,
or rude thing to say
it can be
liberating
when one knows
what matters is
recognizing
what doesn’t...
the worrying,
second-guessing,
soul-crushing
defeatism that happens
when we try to fit in,
be accepted,
follow the rules,
play the game
be noticed…
in fact, not mattering,
where invisibility is a gift,
anonymity, sublime
is where what
matters most,
breathing
loving
being
happens...
the rest
is an illusion,
smoke and mirrors,
the sum of a life
wasted
~kat
I’m actually in a good place…where nothing matters but the things that do. With age comes wisdom and a general “I don’t give a fuck” attitude! When life gets shorter, you realize life is too short! It is glorious place to be!!! Oh my… did I just say/write fuck?!!! Well I don’t give a “you know what”! 🤪
surrender
a flutter
dry leaves pitter-pat
a whisper
the winds come
this season of letting go
to pluck death from us
to help us
let go of the things
we cling to
the wind swells
when we’re ready to move on
in our hearts we know
it is time
there’s no avoiding
the sickle
or the wind
a wise soul will surrender
to know true freedom
~kat
A trio of Shadormas that I’ve been chewing on for weeks. Peace and love to you wherever you happen to be on the journey! ❤️
letting go
like the trees
it is time for me
to let go
of the child
broken, haunted by old ghosts
lingering poison
to wake up
get over myself
dance naked
in the breeze
less green but open-hearted
wild, brilliant joy
to heal
the trees will show me
the way home
their secret
all must die a bit each day
to live…let go…breathe
~kat
I have grown quite sick of myself…the wallowing in past wrongs, unresolved issues, the self-loathing practice of sabotaging myself time and again because…what if? I’m sorry, if you know me well, for dragging you along with me through the muck. Enough already. Maybe it’s the tug of the looming new moon, but I’m over being a victim. This moment, right here, right now I am determined to be a tree. The dead leaves I’ve clung to for so long serve me no purpose but to stifle me from fully embracing the coming spring. New beginnings happen every season. But you have to let go to taste them!
A trio of Shadormas 3/5/3/3/7/5 a la Magnetic Poetry Online (The Poet’s Kit).
like mercury colliding... 