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Magnetic Poetry Monday

let us linger here
where hearts are
warm and all those
looking for peace
and healing remember
the magic of this
season of joy

~kat

Magnetic Poetry – Poet Kit


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 24 December 2017

The streets in my town are unseasonably dark this year. Have you noticed it where you live? While there are a few pockets of twinkling lights dotting the neighborhood, most homes are dark. If I didn’t have a calendar I wouldn’t even know it’s Christmas.

We are all weary I think. Weary of bad news. Weary of lies. Weary of unchecked corruption. Weary of the growing divide between the haves and have-nots. Weary of not being heard. Weary of the darkness. We are so so weary.

So, it’s not a surprise that this year’s holiday season seems a lot more subdued and dispirited than years past. Our hearts are just not into it, all the flash and pomp and gaiety, but I don’t think that this is necessarily a bad thing.

Only empty cups can be filled. Rock bottoms make the best foundations.We need darkness to see the light. Half full or half empty means you have a glass to wonder about. Okay, okay, I’m stop with the clichés. But can you see what I’m getting at?

If you are struggling this year to find the light be encouraged my friends. The days are getting longer! Light is staging a grand coup! We are witness to the magnificent resilience and regeneration of Nature at her finest and reminded to surrender briefly to the dark. It cannot exist without the music and shimmer of the dawn. And love, well love’s dawning is the greatest gift of all this season of hopelessness and want. Remember seasons past and hold the truth of their steady cycling from light to dark to light again in your heart. It knows the way to the light. It knows.

Peace, love and light to you and yours.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 24 December 2017

it is only a moment
flickering light dancing
raining down on us
silence the voices
the seething of consciousness
the souls who linger here whisper
I know what you’re going to say,
blessed peace, love and light
as he wields his crayon
dawn to dusk
I long only for the poetry
a moment’s sweet wish

~kat

A shi sai or 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 shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Saturday Magnets

a moment’s sweet wish
needs only hope to
make a dream come
true and stars to
tell them to

dazzle me not with things…
I long only for the poetry
of life…of warm embraces,
smiles, delicious laughter,
kisses, your cool breath
lingering on my skin…the
only gift I need is you

darkness
grows quiet as
light falls longer
dawn to dusk

~kat

A trio of magnetic verse for this holiday weekend. Happy merry blessings.


Abubble – Friday’s Word of the Day

Today’s dictionary.com word of the day is ‘Abubble’. Now, first things first. This fine adjective is in the scrabble dictionary and will net you a respectable 13 base points in Scrabble and an even better 18 base points in Words With Friends. Though, I should point out that there are only two B’s in standard Scrabble and Words with Friends decks, so you’ll need a wild tile to pull it off. Bananagram, on the other hand, gives us three B’s to work with, because? Well I am guessing, ‘banana’ of course, but that’s just a guess.

Abubble is defined as ’characterized by intense enthusiasm or activity: the store was abubble with last-minute shoppers’, and ‘bubbling, as while cooking or boiling’.

Dictionary.com also gives us an English language lesson in its description of the origin of abubble:

“There are English adjectives that, like abubble, can be used only in the predicate and not as attributives, such as aglow and asleep : one can say “The baby is asleep,” but not “the asleep baby.” These predicative adjectives are in origin noun phrases consisting of the preposition on governing a following noun, which also explains why predicate adjectives show no degree of comparison (e.g., asleeper, asleepest) and cannot be modified by adverbs (e.g., “The baby is extremely asleep”). Abubble entered English in the 18th century.”

I can tell you that my spellcheck does not like this word, instigating a me-said, spellcheck-said battle every time I try to type it. It’s most annoying, having to override a persistent A.I.Bot who thinks the ‘a’ should be separated from its “bubble”.

But that just won’t do for today’s word of the day. A bubble is a noun after all, but abubble is something quite different. Ultimately I win this battle of wit and words, though spellcheck is a sore loser and underlines my word in red to remind me that it’s not over. Oh no. Spellcheck will slip into autocorrect every chance it gets if I’m not on my p’s and q’s and abubble’s.

I will admit there is a certain satisfaction that comes with out-texting spellcheck. One might say that I am abubble over winning this battle when spellcheck finally puts away its red line and lets me have my way.

Anyhoo…(can you believe spellcheck didn’t tag anyhoo? I don’t think it’s speaking to me now…big baby!) I should close out with a Senryu or Haiku. (Oh, there you are Spellcheck, with your red line! You don’t like Senryu, eh? Well, I can assure you that a Senryu is a thing. It’s a Poetry form in the pattern of a Haiku 5-7-5. From Wikipedia: Senryu tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature, and senryu are often cynical or darkly humorous while haiku are more serious. So there!)

the pols are abubble
as he wields his crayon
signing us to debt

~kat

Yep…uh-hmmm…this just happened. (My newsfeed just announced this headline on the top of my screen…”Trump Signs a Sweeping $1.5 Trillion Tax Bill into Law”.) We are so (fill in your favorite expletive here), and we, as in regular, working people, are most certainly not abubble one tiny bit…though it is also true that our tempers might just be! Grrrrr!

Have a lovely weekend!


Slow Burn

it’s like a slow burn
the seething of consciousness
rousing the drowsy

~kat

A Senryu (Haiku) for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge prompted by the words, Slow (drowsy) and Burn (seethe).