it’s time to breathe to let the stale air that choked us free, how long we have waited, our breath bated for the light to find us in the nooks, the safe havens we mistook for home, oh we have been alone, apart too long, starved for touch, feeling lost, reeling from too high a cost, in lives, our very souls, trembling here but for grace and truth, the truth finally clear, it’s time to start a new direction, striving for that perfect imperfection, scary, messy, hope in balance, sacrifice our precious talents at the altar of the whole, united, with one solemn goal; let history recall this day when the air swelled, when time shifted, as we breathed in; as we exhaled the burden of the past was lifted and we began to heal
new year, cleansing rain wash away the pain last year wrought, begin again, there’s nothing to gain from tears o’er the past, hope reigns no fear
~kat
January 2021 Day One: The Lai is a French form. It's a nine-line poem or stanza that uses an "a" and "b" rhyme following this pattern: aabaabaab. The lines with an "a" rhyme use 5 syllables; the "b" rhyme lines have 2 syllables.
A look back at the last few weeks of verse by line. The nightmare is almost over. Four years of chaos is spiraling like a whirlwind. I suppose the most shocking thing for many of us is the number of people who voted for the chaos. America, we thought we knew you. Many of us believed, given the chance, you would choose decency, honesty and compassion over corruption, lies and hate. Those of us who declared, “this is not who we are” are learning that, for almost half of us, it is sadly who we are. Who they are. How we had hoped for reconciliation, for healing, for bridging the divide that has broken us. Half of us are okay with lawlessness, with separating children from their parents, locking them up like animals and throwing away the key, half of us are okay with racism, misogyny, white supremacy, isolating ourselves from the rest of the world, from our allies, aligning with dictators, our president turning a blind eye to a virus that is raging out of control, killing us by the thousands. It is shocking and heartbreaking to see the truth. The coming years will be challenging. And it may surprise you to know that I still have hope that we can do better…be better. It won’t be easy but at least for me, it means treating others with kindness. It is the least and the most that I can do. I hope you’ll join me.
Sunday’s ReVerse - 29 November 2020
innocence slipping away fading away in waves we shouldn’t be surprised at all the forever greenness of our minds when blood was thick and skin was deep we pick and choose what to believe but opinion can’t make it so
~kat
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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…or in this case, the past few weeks.
the earth is not flat opinion can’t make it so life, death, and taxes
the sun rises and the sun sets the moon’s face cycles new to full we’re all bound by gravity’s pull the truth is absolute and yet
it’s easy to forget and let emotions cloud our fickle minds you know it happens all the time we pick and choose what to believe it makes us easy to deceive like silly sheep we follow blind
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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