there is no sanctuary
for some who wander
earth grows cold
beneath dark clouds
heavy with tears
only love can save us
once upon a time
when god was love
our better angels
protected the innocent
~kat
Tag Archives: nature
Saturday with the Muse
Magnetic Poetry Monday
beneath deep green cover
tendrils of warm sunlight
fall softly, earth wet with
dew, leaves rustling
in the breeze
~kat
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 3 June 2018
Happy Sunday. I’m on vacation this week, on “holiday” as some of you call it. I haven’t vacationed in years, using my allotted paid vacation days taking care of my partner post-back surgery, or my daughter post-c-section after the birth of my youngest granddaughter. I hardly know how to act or what to do with myself, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out just it in time for my re-entry back to work.
I like this week’s ReVerse. It’s an easy read…the perfect way to start my week of leisure. I’ll post at least once daily, but I have limited WiFi here. That’s a good thing I believe, forcing me to unplug.
Have a lovely week then. For now, I have an appointment with the screened-in porch with a view of the lake and a cool breeze! ❤️
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 3 June 2018
the sunlight’s soft, muted, no shadows to swoon
scent of blossoms, earthy musk
…a sweet time
in a dusting of dirt…
ironic, how greatness has become our undoing
you know I’ve always dreamed of it
rollicking mirth
nudging closer, closer
i am persuaded
liberated souls gather
flush of the morning
rooted deep, prevailing,
a thousand diamonds
outside my window
find me there
~kat
A 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 ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.
Daily Lune #2
rooted deep, prevailing,
stripped lean from winter’s pruning
magnolia blooms resolute
~kat
Saturday with the Muse
a mother’s heart
remembers every sweet
moment; the sound of
her child’s laughter,
tiny hands in hers
to keep her warm
when she is old and they
have grown away
then the flowers bloomed
it was as if they didn’t
care that baring their
souls would only lead to
withering from a too hot sun
the wind whispers to me
in cool blue tones and
hot rose petal reds…in
sea spray, crushed moon dust,
purple rain forest misting…a
honey-sweet symphony
playing in my head and
i wonder am i mad
or just listening
remember eternity
is not here…it’s not there
somewhere…it surrounds
you in its brilliant embrace
when time stands still
~kat
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