a time to grieve…
grief’s
stages
manifest
whether or not…
for tender hearts, anger oft’ turns inward
~kat
The five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance.
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10.
hypocratic boast
save
them all
every
trembling heartbeat…
deny their humanity at the gates
~kat
The religious right conservatives republicans are at it again; passing their so-called heartbeat laws in line with their radical pro-life agendas…meanwhile children are still separated and being held in cages (at least three have died) at our southern border, Detroit still does not have safe drinking water, our children have been forced to defend themselves to confront deadly shooters in their classrooms to…some becoming tragic heroes, healthcare is once again on the chopping block, and our teachers struggle to make ends meet while educating our children. Pro-life you say? Don’t tell me how pro-life you are…show me by cherishing life once it has breath!
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10.
the gloaming
cool
dusk slips
into night
it is quiet
but for the leaves whispering in the breeze
~kat
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10.
magnolia
soon
she will
be blooming,
magnolia,
petals bursting in brief, fragrant splendor
~kat
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10.
And just like that, she was gone. This week brought news of the passing of an old friend. We had a peculiar relationship, connecting decades ago through poetry on an online message group. We were internet friends, but so much more. We met in the flesh for a brief brilliant moment. It was the summer solstice, I recall, a magical time when we “wise women” (the name of our writing group) decided we needed to connect beyond our computer screens. That weekend we discovered the power of soul connection under the light of a full moon.
When the message board platform ended, we “sisters” disbursed like whirligigs on the wind. That is, until the next cyber platform, Facebook, opened the door and many of us found each other again. How could we not. It was the fates that brought us together time and again after all, and it is the fates who will ultimately decide when this incarnation for each of us will end.
I shall miss my faraway friend’s light and words. But the truth is, she is still here in my heart, her words swirling in my head. Memories, anecdotes, words of wisdom, sound advice. I am forever changed for having known her. And I do believe we will meet again. I’m not sure how or when. I just know we will.
Sail on “M”. It’s been real.
that I could lose myself so completely
to entertain the ramblings of a fool
people go crazy over a little rain
not a destination, it’s a circle
search for more
inform our steps to guide us through the haze
or at least try
the true value of a life fully lived
muted
to hear her heartbeat one more time
~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.
like mercury colliding... 