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heart shift

Merlin invading space! ❤️
heart shift

even the tiniest of souls,
when they leave a space,
may impart a void so deep
and wide; though we may
try to fill it with memories,
stories long forgotten that
manifest, consuming our
thoughts, spilling out like balm
to comfort us in the emptiness,
that strange hush of one less
heartbeat, one less breath,
one less voice to fill the
hollow air surrounding us,
even the tiniest of souls,
once having touched our
hearts, never cease moving
us, though their physical
presence may dim, never
to return, it is then we realize
that they will never truly be
gone, because they became
a part of us, oh so very long
ago, and the emptiness we
feel is our own heart skipping
a beat, adjusting to the shift
that fondness of heart, and great
love in absentia, knows so well,
the bitter and the sweet


Taking a moment to wrap myself in grief over the loss of our very senior 21 year old gentleman cat, Merlin…may he rest in peace. Merlin 2001-2022



how unnatural it feels
this chill in the air
the changing of seasons
winter to spring arrested
held captive for excruciating
seconds, summer in the wing
collecting souls for the keeping
never to be seen again,
transported to the fragrant fields
of summer land, of endless summers
just beyond the veil, while we weep
winter overstaying it’s welcome
night spilling into the dawn


a sonnet

a sonnet 

take care not to fill that cold space too soon
left in the wake of a visit from death
surrender to wafts of scent left behind
departing remnants of life in a room
savor the sweetness with each inhaled breath
as memories of life shared fill your mind
the world can spin on without you today
turn off your phone, brew some tea, get some rest
focus on you right now, grieving takes time
for some days, months, more; there is no right way
no reason or rhyme


Na/GloPoWriMo2022 - Day 16 Prompt: Write a Curtal Sonnet (see the description below). Since i am deep in the thick of it these days, taking full advantage of the Melancholy Muse who lurks in from the shadows to show her face in times like these. 

The curtal sonnet consists of 10 lines written in iambic pentameter and a final line consisting of a single spondee (or foot consisting of two long or stressed syllables). Here's the rhyme scheme:

Line 1: a
Line 2: b
Line 3: c
Line 4: a
Line 5: b
Line 6: c
Line 7: d
Line 8: b
Line 9: c
Line 10: d
Line 11: c

off prompt

Started my day waking up to this beautiful sky, tree tops, a hint of green, popping with buds, spring on the cusp. I fully intended to write a fancy poem about it…

Morning in the Blue Hills ~kat 2022

…and then events of the day took over…and we had to say goodbye to another beloved pet, our Winston…Winnie Pooh …best boy ever. 8 years is not long enough…even in dog years. 😢 Rest in peace buddy. Go find Maxwell and Casey-cat who crossed the rainbow bridge earlier this year. They’ll show you the ropes. 🥰

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 23 July 2017

Grief likes to sneak up on us when we least expect it. Or at least that’s what we tell ourselves when it taps us on the shoulder to remind us it’s still hanging around. Whatever the loss, there are consequences for having cared about someone or something.

Some of us try to outsmart this inevitable reality of life. We detach from anything that might cause us pain.

But, we lose things every day. Ask me how many times I’ve lost my car keys in the past year…more than a few! We may lose an opportunity, our place in line at the grocery store, because we forgot to grab peanut butter when we were on aisle 5, or we might lose our way when the gps isn’t working and tells us to turn right…right into a corn field. We may even lose our marbles…well…maybe that last one is for another discussion…though I do remember how distressed I was at age 5 or 6 when I lost my prized blue cat’s eye beauty…

But of course, these not the types of loss I am referring to. In order to grieve it is required to have loved. I am certain that life would not be worth living if not for love. And there’s the rub.

What do we do when we love, but the object of that love leaves us? What do we do with the “maybe if’s”, the “wonder why’s”, the “if only’s”, the remorse we feel if we never had the chance to say goodbye…and the anger. What do we do with that?

We always think we need closure, but closure is not a cure for grief. There is no closure when we have fully loved. There is only figuring out what to do with that love when there’s nowhere to put it and no one to receive it. That’s grief.

But it doesn’t answer my question. What do we do? Especially if we believe a life without love is a life not worth living. Do we stop living? That’s a bit drastic, but sadly it is what some of us choose to do.

Now I am speaking from experience. I’ve been grieving of late and this is what I’ve learned. Just because the person or thing you lost isn’t here anymore does not mean you stopped loving them. (Read that last line again. Do you see it? You are still loving.)

When I find myself engulfed by waves of grief, I remember how fortunate I am. I acknowledge the fact that I have the capacity for a love so deep and wide that it hurts. Sure I miss the object of my affection, but oh how grand it was to have loved them. In fact, I love them still. That’s precisely why I am grieving…for love’s sake.

Finally, here’s the thing. Though it may sound a bit pie-in-the-sky delusional (I admit it); all this grateful, positive self-talk I’m gushing, there is one more thing I do when grief catches me by surprise. I let go and have a good cry. Sometimes I even rant and scream and get mad. And that’s okay. I let the pain wash over me. Then I remind myself why it hurts so much. Love. It’s worth it you know. Love is always worth living for.

Peace and Love everyone! Yes Love, with a capital L! “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.” ❤️

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 23 July 2017

baring her raw sweetness
…oh shit!
dancing with death, like lovers,
roots never mingling,
wishes fade like ash…
so get me that beer
al desko gourmets
echo from her pearl pink pith
withering on the vine
rhapsody in muted blue
then let me be
to offer sweet
relief from
summer’s bitter


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.

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