A ReVerse Poem ~ 26 October 2025

roots of grass
in horror, the world sees our once great nation fall
I was so hoping 
the pain, the cruelty, the hate…
it’s hard to tell, to imagine the peril we're  in
there is no limit (to)
the price I’d pay to send away
a certain orange man with tiny hands,
never trust a fool

~kat

Gentle Sunday to you. I’d like to imagine that we’ve seen the worst of it. That things will get better, but I know that’s wishful thinking on my part. Already the landscape and landmarks that chronicled the centuries old history of this nation have been irrevocably destroyed, dumped onto the dustheap of failed governments. 

But we the people are still here. We’re not going away.  Compassion, peace, respect, kindness and liberty are worth fighting for. 

And finally…last week wasn’t a complete disaster. Just look at those glimmers!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! 

~kat

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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 here as a review of the past week.