each moment holds
the promise of peace
for searching souls
with open hearts
and minds
that quietly listen
kat~2 September 2016
each moment holds
the promise of peace
for searching souls
with open hearts
and minds
that quietly listen
kat~2 September 2016
Every morning before the sun comes up, I see this fellow on my neighbor’s roof. This is a little digital painting of a photo I took of him. He is quite comical and has grown accustomed to me. Sometimes he tilts his curious head as he glances at me. I think that I would miss him were he not there. I wonder if he would miss me. I wrote a little Senryu poem about him. I consider him one of those momentary graces that wait for me to discover them each day. I’m so glad that I’m paying attention. 🙂

Robin Red Dawning
Robin on the roof
every morning before dawn
watching me watching.kat ~ 3 May 2016
(a Senryu Poem)

Good morning world! It has been a week of entertaining the muse. She fills my busy brain to the brim with lovely words, knowing that I can’t resist letting a few spill out onto hungry blank pages. This week was about about embracing the fact that I see a world that exists between the lines. Each moment is a lovely comma…a selah.
Of course I know this in my heart. I’ve always known that when others see gray, I see silver…when others see chaos, I see Fibonacci swirls. I am odd (though I prefer the word eccentric).
And I have a choice. I can force myself to color inside the lines, to blend in as I am expected to do. Or I can surrender to the exhilaration that comes from each wild stroke that breaks free. It only takes a moment. For me, it is an obvious choice.
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 24 April 2016
Find lasting peace
and burrow deep
love is in bloom; we must take a selfie!
but clearly this takes a bit of practice.
she fills my hollow head
what do they have in common
for me to forget
waterbending orbs…
a hypothetical glass,
promise in a glass half full
bestowing grace
but you had already gone
goodbyes are temporary woes.
that year for him…and for her…spring never came.
some don’t give one iota
this odd little place is in my neighborhood
heavy droplets descend
waning runs red.kat

Here
within
this moment,
pause, suspended
between once upon
and come what may,
midway there
from here
to
now
let go
be present
breathe in, breathe out
practice mindfulness
eternity
in theory
is not
when.
kat ~ 13 January 2016
A descending/ascending nonet for Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge this week. The challenge is to write a short poem using the prompt “Bridge”. If you would like to read other poems or enter your own, please click HERE.
she is the wind, tossing
whispers of hair, bending
green canopies, rousing
wild tempests
her voice is a purr,
it is unabashed laughter,
birdsong and brook
bubbles, dissonant bliss
droplets of ocean and
stardust on moonbeams,
a fragrant, delectable
feast for the senses
bloodborne, arterial,
dew infused breath,
flesh covered sinew
imprinted in dust
found in each moment
palpable, fleeting,
a sparkling implosion
for those paying attention.
kat ~ august 2015