what were you thinking
greatness is not
something to be made
on second thought
don’t tell me your thoughts
your actions speak louder
~kat
what were you thinking
greatness is not
something to be made
on second thought
don’t tell me your thoughts
your actions speak louder
~kat

Sunday…another week spent. It was a bit of a roller coaster for me. It happens. All that to say, I was a bit distracted and on occasion, out of sorts. This is not a usually how I am, but I suppose like a boiling tea kettle life became a bit overwhelming.
A change in routine, even an uncomfortable shift, can be a good thing. It gives one a new perspective. So many of the things that seem important at the time can end up looking silly in retrospect. And then there are those little things that make all the difference. Like I said, a rollercoaster, distracted.
As a result, there are fewer poems this week, fewer lines in this ReVerse, but it’s perfect. The icing on my lopsided cake.
When all is said and done, I really want to be the best me I can be. Silly, isn’t it? This, from someone who has lived more than a few decades. I’m still reaching for goodness you know, still trying to figure it out. None of us are guaranteed tomorrow, but if and when tomorrow comes, there is this…a clean slate to scribble on. And with this reverse, a week summed up; tomorrow is another day.
Scribble away my fiends! There are moments to savor and memories to make. Roller coasters, good, bad, distracted…it’s life. It’s a gift. It’s all good.
remember me when the wind
whispers you away
…….that’s enough
have you heard
we were brilliant, dazzling souls
so bright
muted dawn and this
i could lose myself
so to feel the sun’s kisses
breathe…
cold sweat
it would be winter soon
you must love the rain…
shedding the burden of flesh
~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.
more young souls, lost
shedding the burden of flesh
barely worn from living
victims of insanity
and obstinate hoarders
of self-serving entitlement
~kat 😢
For Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem 42 Day 19. Today midst the joy of royal weddings and happy blogger gatherings, let us also remember that there are families mourning, their story dusted aside as yesterday’s news. And the insanity of my country rages on. 😊

i can tell
how luminous you are
in deep shades of green…
you must love the rain
luxuriating in cool wetness
while I contend with frizzy locks
~kat
42 Day 18 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem Challenge. Day 1 of this week’s rain was refreshing, along with a great relief due to the cold front that it pushed through. But today…three, or is it four? it’s a blur…days in, enough already. Everything is damp…my clothes, my hair, the air. What I wouldn’t give for a zero humidity sunny day. A girl can dream…
why the longing
never satisfied
ever striving
breathe…
everything you need
is here and now
~kat