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Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 July 2017


“Happy Sunday!”

“Happy, you say?!”

“Well, in a transcendental, metaphysical, quasi-spiritual, dreamy, optimistic sort of way, yes, happy. And it is a fact that it is Sunday…unless you reside in the Far East…then it is almost Monday…but I divagate.”

“You what?”

“Divagate….as in digress? Remember? The new word we learned this week.”

“You’re such a diva!”

“Am not! You are! But back to your original question, ‘happy, you say?!’ … yes, I take it you’re not.”

“Well, how can anyone be happy when everything in the world is spiraling out of control?”

“Take a Dramamine?”

“Come on! Global warming, a heath care bill that is going to kill people, an insane, mean old man running the country, Russia (need I say more?), collapsing infrastructure, the assault on our public schools, voting rights, gerrymandering, voter suppression, nationalism, travel bans, ageism, misogyny, racism, homophobia, religious profiling, insane tweets, the wall…”

“Feel better yet?”

“No, I’m just getting started. And just you wait. Tomorrow something else will happen to prove  we’re all up shit’s creek without a paddle. So forgive me miss giddy twinkle shoes if I can’t be happy right now! I’m mortified! It’s terrifying!”

“Oh, but you can. Be happy that is. It’s all a choice. It only takes a second.”

“Harrumph! Delusional you mean!”

“No. Happy. Right here, right now, this moment. Let me show you. First, close your eyes…now think about something that makes you happy.”

“You mean used to…”

“Give it a chance. And you opened your eyes…start over. Close your eyes…think happy something…anything. Got it?”

“Yeah. Okay now what?”

“Now take a deep breath in. Imagine yourself completely enveloped by your happy thing…don’t breathe out just yet…imagine…okay now…slowly…let it go. Feel better?”

“I do actually. I get it. I remember. Thanks self for pulling me off the ledge one more time.”

“Don’t mention it. We’re in this together you know. Happy Sunday?”

“Yeah, I’ll give you that. It’s happy enough, given the circumstances.”

“You’re exhausting!”

😳😊😟😉😜😀😢😣😐😘😌☺️😒😅😮

And…welcome to my world! My mind battles itself regularly. Yeah, the world is a bit, chaotic these days, but it’s important to unplug when it gets to be too much.

We’re gonna survive this, like we have survived every trying time in our history. I’m not going to tell you, “don’t worry, be happy”. That is a bit delusional, and it is important to stay engaged as a member of “we the people”. But…there is nothing wrong with divagating into your happy place every now and again.

Look! There goes a butterfly! A beautiful graceful butterfly…and there! Look! A flower! Oh, and I just noticed someone being kind…Wow! It’s not as hard as you think.

So…Happy Sunday y’all! I hope you can find your happy, if even for just a moment, this week. Just remember to breathe. ❤️

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 July 2017

If people only knew
never say it…only
smoldering remains
weeps perfume when crushed
from obsidian to glass
Some souls find heaven in hell’s corridors.
look! a butterfly!
divagating tweeted blips,
because that is what those with the truest hearts do
softly
magic is in the air
make love bloom
dreamers ask,
“why not?”

~kat

A shi sai or 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 shi sai features the words of one writer,providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Pure Love – Magnetic Poetry Monday

pure Love feels like this
gently murmurs the breeze
leaving me breathless,
long rosy tendrils softly
rooting deep into my
soul…sweet, sacred peace

~kat

(Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit)


Time Waits For None


Hushabye world, gray dusk descends
As daylight ends
Time waits for none
Time waits for none

Ebon night looms a sigh away
As sinners pray
Their souls to keep
Their souls to keep

All mortal flesh is born to die
Don’t ask me why
I do not know
I do not know

~kat

A Minute Poem …I added a Refrain element)


Secret Place – NaPoWriMo 2017 #25

sunbeam

i remember sunbeams streaming
through a hedgerow of cedar pine
my special hiding place to pass the time

lying on the cool earth dreaming
i’d converse with toads and faeries
fill jelly jars with fireflies

here I learned the world is teeming
with mysteries to be explored
a step outside an old screen door

a time of sweet imagining
just a girl with big ideas
oh, what a lovely time it was

those carefree days spent daydreaming
behind the cedars on the ground
where I could hide and not be found

~kat
For NaPoWriMo 2017 #25 – A Constanza Poem about my favorite small space when I was a girl of about 4 or 5. It was a corner cedar shrub garden in my Grandmother’s yard with just enough space for me to squeeze behind. Once underneath it was like a little cave of cool damp earth, green and sunbeams. It was my favorite place. Even after all these many years, if ever I join you on a nature walk, you might still find me having wandered off the beaten path, lounging in the hollow of a grove of low trees or shrubs. I never forgot my first taste of nature. It has defined who I am and how I view the world.


Birth of a Lie – NaPoWriMo 2017 #19

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the birth of a lie

once upon a time, when words had meaning
when everyone believed that words were true
no living soul conceived they’d need to question
or turn a blind eye in the face of proof

it was a time of blissful innocence
until the day the first untruth took hold
‘twas only meant to spare another’s feelings
I’m sure you’d do the same, if truth be told

but oh what happened after its telling
the ignorance and bliss of those deceived
everyone agreed, it bore repeating
and so the lie, it grew like a bad seed

when naysayers tried hard to deny it
they were swiftly cast aside, reviled
greedy profiteers began to sell it
for blissful happiness, the crowds went wild

soon the truth was hidden twixt the pages,
and history rewritten, as preferred,
faux everything became the rage of ages
and truth was just an inconvenient blur

sometimes truth will show up unexpected
like a fragile flower amidst the weeds
you can recognize it using reason
don’t be surprised if nobody believes

kat – 19 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #19 – a dramatization of a creation myth…birth of a lie for today’s prompt in the form of a Fable Poem.)