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Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 24 December 2017

The streets in my town are unseasonably dark this year. Have you noticed it where you live? While there are a few pockets of twinkling lights dotting the neighborhood, most homes are dark. If I didn’t have a calendar I wouldn’t even know it’s Christmas.

We are all weary I think. Weary of bad news. Weary of lies. Weary of unchecked corruption. Weary of the growing divide between the haves and have-nots. Weary of not being heard. Weary of the darkness. We are so so weary.

So, it’s not a surprise that this year’s holiday season seems a lot more subdued and dispirited than years past. Our hearts are just not into it, all the flash and pomp and gaiety, but I don’t think that this is necessarily a bad thing.

Only empty cups can be filled. Rock bottoms make the best foundations.We need darkness to see the light. Half full or half empty means you have a glass to wonder about. Okay, okay, I’m stop with the clichés. But can you see what I’m getting at?

If you are struggling this year to find the light be encouraged my friends. The days are getting longer! Light is staging a grand coup! We are witness to the magnificent resilience and regeneration of Nature at her finest and reminded to surrender briefly to the dark. It cannot exist without the music and shimmer of the dawn. And love, well love’s dawning is the greatest gift of all this season of hopelessness and want. Remember seasons past and hold the truth of their steady cycling from light to dark to light again in your heart. It knows the way to the light. It knows.

Peace, love and light to you and yours.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 24 December 2017

it is only a moment
flickering light dancing
raining down on us
silence the voices
the seething of consciousness
the souls who linger here whisper
I know what you’re going to say,
blessed peace, love and light
as he wields his crayon
dawn to dusk
I long only for the poetry
a moment’s sweet wish

~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.


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 12 November 2017

With every sensational soundbite, those who are paying too close attention (I am all to easily sucked in…guilty as charged) are reeling from the downward spiral of our uncivil civilization. I happen to have an American front row seat, but from your comments; you my friends across the pond, and from the north, south and east, this current state of unrest seems to be global. With nuclear options being flexed and monsters being exposed, I have even heard the “A” word mumbled under pundits baited breaths. “A” for apocalypse…oh my!

But I’m not buying it. And, well, if I’m wrong….that’s okay. I can deal with being wrong especially since there won’t be anyone around to say “I told you so…” Why am I not buying it? Not yet? There is still enough good in the world to hold this implosion at bay. Patriarchy is going down. Hate is being exposed for the ugly blight that it is. And we are starting to believe the women…and the innocents when they point at the emperor declaring that he is buck naked. He’s always been naked. I know it’s a shock, but that’s how truth rolls.

At any rate, the bad guys will still try to distract us from the truth, blame the victims, call monsters heroes. I don’t expect them to go down without a fight. But they are clearly desperate. That’s a good sign.

I know you’re weary. But we’re in the final stretch it seems to me. The apocalypse may be coming, but for a chosen few. I expect to be standing when the smoke settles.

Peace, truth, love…resist! ❤️

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 12 November 2017

she lights up a room / she’s a sorceress cackling, tock-tick-tick-tock-<
ainful<
..sorry to interrupt your eternal bliss<
ool nor-eastern zephyr whispers<
aging from coal soot nostrils<
rumbling to dust<
he burning stench of liquid iron, oozing<
hoose me, choose me<
..haven for hoards of crude middling beasties<
irtue is disdained<
oo beautiful to bear<
o not lose heart<
hey’re going down<
eartless fools who<
ish that you were here instead<
..brief glimmers of recognition

~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.


Magnetic Poetry Saturday

Today’s revelations from the magnetic word soup on Magnetic Poetry Online.

it is all madness
the frantic whispers
the bitter screams
of those crushed by
the lies of men from
sleepless to delirious if
there is no redress

like ice melting
she becomes liquid,
less herself, bleeding
from a broken heart
slowly dying, naked…
would that we could
look away

we innocently hand
over our power to
heroes as if only
they can save us…if
only we could trust them
and their feel good promises

between dusk and dawn
we rest our weary
souls, breathing deeply
by the light of the
moon, knowing the
sun will surely follow
night and day in harmony

~kat


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 10 September 2017

My fortune cookie this past Saturday… 

Life does not go on…not just yet. We were burdened this past week with aftermaths of destruction: hurricanes, earthquakes, raging wildfires, crushing inhumanity by so-called leaders, while the best of humanity hangs in the balance, at the ready to take make things right. But life is not going on…not just yet as we face even more catastrophe on our southern shores. We remind ourselves of our incredible resilience in the wake of all of life’s storms, be they nature-driven or human fabricated. Life goes on…sometimes, and sometimes it does not…

I feel helpless in the eye of the storms that rage around me. There is nowhere to run…nowhere to hide. We can try to prepare. We can hope for the best. But ultimately we must wait.

I’m tempted to wrap myself in my woobie and sleep long and hard until it’s over…until it’s time to gather what is left; until it’s time to make something of the rubble. What if nothing remains? It’s useless to worry about it. What do we do with time when it’s not time to move on, not just yet?

Moments count most right now. I light a candle for us all as I embrace the frail excruciating weight of this single moment. I breathe in deeply, exhale slowly. I gaze at my surroundings; the people, pets and things that give me comfort, that I love, and last but certainly not least, I eat the damn cake, savoring its sweetness. As moments go it is enough. I’ll leave the moving on until it’s time.

Be safe, be kind, love one another…peace.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 10 September 2017

soft the gloaming hush descends
breath of withering blossoms dying
there’s a cool snap in the air
a coffee, please
excruciating, the wait,
oh…I had a secret invisibility cloak once
pretending to be impressed with his strip shuffle
sinful indulgence
falsehoods fade slowly
dusty nooks, cluttered,
for nuggets of gold
treasure ‘midst rubble
so easily crushed
late summer storms swell
sleep in if you like
whisper me lies
they never rest
they know my heart best
eat the damn cake…do it

~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.


Waiting to Soar

Waiting to Soar

I’m waiting…for tomorrow’s sun…for the rainbow’s somewhere…for truth’s consequences…for the stars to grant my wishes…for my turn to cross troubled water’s bridge…for a glimmer…for a sign…for a hero…for angels…for the best, yet to come…for the impossible dream…for a snowball’s chance…for justice…for peace…for the other shoe to drop…for people to wake up…for someone to give a f- …I’m waiting…feet planted firmly, rooted in fear, dogma, culture, tradition…a girl can dream.

excruciating, the wait,
baited shallow breath, fading
cruel, fickle mistress, Hope,
eternal spring seductress,
fluent in vain sweet nothings

settling for dross
soaring wingless on what if’s
nothing ventured gained

~kat

A Haibun/Tanka/Haiku trio for Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, prompt works “Soar” and “Wait”.

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