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Essence #29

cooing dove, grey morning
perched above in mourning

~kat

Day 29’s Essence for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Essence Poem Challenge. You guessed it! Another dreary day in the mid-Atlantic, Blue Ridge Mountain valley. I love the sound of morning doves in the grey.


Essence #27

snow gets old, a bummer…
we’ll miss cold come summer

~kat

Day 27 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Essence Poem Challenge. As much as I complain about the cold, I am well aware that once mid-summer arrives I will be begging for relief from the heat! We are never happy. 🙂


Monday Magnets

my garden is
a symphony of
weeds and rocks;
a purple sea of
sweet petal spray
whispering on
the wind

~kat

Magnetic Poetry – Original Kit


Essence #26

shadows long, sun shaded,
bird song serenaded

~kat

A beautiful, crisp, spring day; birds all a-twitter; no snow in the forecast…today’s Essence #26 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Essence Poem Challenge.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 25 March 2018

It’s been a wild week weather-wise. Springlike warm, cold grey, snowing, blossom laden trees, bent to breaking, forced resignations, faux news-hack hirings, stolen elections, widget tariffs, market crashes, reality show drama, porn stars, playboy bunnies, temper tantrums, vetoes, kids in the streets acting like adults, adults checked out, on recess, golfing, Lenten vespers swelling, alms of palm, stormy weather looming…blue skies dazzling, melting snow.

It’s been a crazy week for the weather. But spring is coming! It’s just a matter of time, they tell us…just a matter of time.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 25 March 2018

seems odd, quite out of place
springtime’s first dazzling sight
magic is in the air
Are you kidding me?!
just one more minute’s snooze
equal parts luck and timing
lost hope and pipe dreams collect
the edge of lunacy
calendars say it’s spring
my favorite place…
weighed down, bent to breaking
the treasure was long gone
don’t say I didn’t warn ya’
the orange fool went mad
assimilation
beautiful roses
they’ve no place called home
diversity’s extolled,
clouds of grey, muted light
a thousand whispers
night lingering

~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.