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Fine

Fine

I’m doing just fine
I wake up each day; I’m living, breathing
I’m doing just fine
sometimes I let myself think of the times
we still talked, and I give in to grieving
smile on my face, it’s me I’m deceiving
I’m doing just fine

~kat

A Rondelet for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt, prompt word: Recovery. A Rondelet is a French form consisting of a single septet with two rhymes and one refrain: AbAabbA. The refrain is written in tetra-syllabic or dimeter and the other lines are twice as long – octasyllabic or tetrameter.


December Dodoitsu #27

what need have I for flowers,
fancy gifts or dinners out,
they’re just things, silly, really,
and they are not you

~kat


December Dodoitsu #26

identity’s not a what
yet our quick reply to who
refers more to what we do
than to who we are

~kat



December Dodoitsu #23-24-25 (Holiday Edition)

‘Tis the Season

hearths ablaze, Yule log crackling
chestnuts popping, caroling,
wassail in a kettle simmering
magic in the air

morning star, fairest mother,
child suckling near her heart,
hope, glad tidings, joy abound
this time, every year

silent night in Luna’s keep
rhythmic laboring waves of love
light’s reflection darkness quelled
peace on earth, go tell

~kat

It’s a busy whirl wind right now. So today you get a trio of dodoitsu’s. Have a merry Christmas if you celebrate. Peace! ❤️


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 23 December 2018

All is calm all is bright. The moon is full. There’s a hush in the air. I finally hung a wreath on the door. It’s not that I’m a bah humbug. It is just that the holiday season has become a quieter, more reflective time for me as I enter the wintering of my life. I spend my days reflecting on the passing year as it winds to an end. I count my blessings and offer a prayer of hope for things unfinished.

So, this week’s reverse is a day late. But, strangely, I’m not bothered about it. There is a sense of grace surrounding me, encouraging me to pause, assuring me that it’s okay to my self-imposed obligations. To rest. And so I did rest. The words, these words, are always with me, ready to be spilled out on a page. And so, here they are, a day late, right on time.

Be gentle with yourself this holiday season. The world can wait if you need to rest. Grace abounds. May you find peace in silent pauses. Give yourself permission to savor them.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 23 December 2018

weekends are for taking naps
light to bind the hearts
things like warm smiles, long kisses,
dancing that thin line
a perfect view…
no one rests ‘til we see black
it is futile to complain
blessed peace, love, and light
merry bright, may our dreams keep
cherish the moments
how bright the earth shines

~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.