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Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 16 October 2016

I am so grateful for today, for this day of rest, for the beautiful blue sky blushed gold by the sun, for the cool snap of autumn in the breeze.

How I wish I could pull blankets up to my chin, stretching my feet to the end of my bed where the sheets are soft and cool and just stay here. I’d like to turn it all off…the cacophony of insults, lies, malice and discontent. The ugly sight of the world imploding all around me. Just for a day.

At least in looking back at the words that managed to spill from my brain I can sense that there is hope. I’m going to hold that thought as I head back into the fray this coming week.

There is still and always hope.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 16 October 2016

I grieve for the leaf who’ll never reach home
(You don’t want to blend completely.)
I suppose the end justifies the means
a little hope is all
I was just thinking.
those who persevere
bien que nous cacher au monde
though we hide from the world
it’s not mutable
we can depend on this truth
a handful of us will always believe
as if they could quiet
her beautiful pure spirit,
the treatment involves your heart.

~ kat

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The Shi Sai, (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a new form I came up with during Poetry Month in April 2016. I’ve actually been writing shu sai for years but was inspired to give it a proper name. It is a poem created by taking one line of verse from several poems of an author’s own collection. The shi sai is done as a review of a series or collection of poems and therefore, each line should flow in chronological order of the dates the poems were written (from oldest to new). The lines chosen should be the author’s favorite from each poem. This form works best if the author resists the temptation to read the full new poem before all the verses have been added. (It helps one to resist the impulse to change a line to make it “fit”.


Mutable – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku


Today’s Word of the Day on Dictionary.com is “Mutable”. Now I know a thing or two about being mutable. Born under the astrological sign, Gemini, change is something I relish! This is slightly (though they might say enormously) unsettling for the fixed and cardinal friends and family I surround myself with. But I like to think they stick around because despite my mutable “flaw” at least I’m not boring!

There are certain qualities though that are not mutable; things like truth and character. I’m reminded of a quote by Maya Angelou, “When someone shows you who they are believe them; the first time.”

Dictionary.com defines mutable as an adjective:
1. liable or subject to change or alteration.
2. given to changing; constantly changing; fickleor inconstant.

It originated from the Latin verb mūtāre meaning “to change.” It entered English in the early 1400s.

Here then are my Haikus featuring the word, mutable:

most first impressions
don’t lie about character
it’s not mutable

life is mutable
we can depend on this truth
because change happens

kat ~ 14 October 2016


Mask Haiku


masque en poudre pâle
bien que nous cacher au monde
yeux révèle l’âme

pale powder mask
though we hide from the world
eyes reveal the soul

kat – 13 October 2013

A study in bilingual haiku for Haiku Horizon’s prompt: Mask


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 9 October 2016


Weird week. Cyberspace is on fire with inconvenient truths for some and revelations of inconceivable atrocities perpetrated by a man who aspires to lead our nation. From one side of his boastful mouth he mocks us claiming that his words are “just words” and from the other side he claims to speaks for us.

He doesn’t speak for me. And I pray that those who sleep in acquiescence to his vile aspirations and actions will wake up soon…before it’s too late.

That is all I have today. It’s been a weird, sad week. 😔

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 9 October 2016

lines bit by bit
breeze through life
life’s first little death
birthing hope in ecstasy
each moment matters
true service is free
haunting the hopeful
but i have felt them
each creak, each groan tells the tale
truth matters…reason matters…words matter…anything less is just noise
saying, “come on baby, smile…”

~kat


Magnetic Poetry Saturday

I must confess I am a creature of community and I am distressed. We are beset with violence, hatred and the hero worship of dictators, and in my country, the blind following of a monster who uses his wealth and power to objectify and assault women ( and others who are different). Our culture needs a reboot but sadly we are caught in a downward spiral, some of us watch in horror while others of us fall in lockstep  supporting this monster, aka Trump. The magnetic word oracle had someting to say about the latest revelation of his character, or rather I should say, lack of character, this morning…😕

to the chicks of the world
Mr smooth operator dude
is an impressive man’s man
believing he is a hot, rockin’
sexy, life of the party guy
saying, “come on baby, smile…
you know you want this…” 🙁

kat ~ 8 October 2016
(Magnetic Poetry – Mustache Kit)

A magnetic poem for Elusive Trope’s weekly challenge. (Link pending)