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Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 15 October 2017

If there is one thing you can expect from me, dear reader, it is raw honesty. The good, the bad and the ugly. At least from my perspective. Because that is all any of us has. We see the world through our own personal lenses. Some of us take the time and make the effort to inform our opinions with fact. And some of us let others do the work for us, gravitating to the truth that feels good to us.

Welcome to modern day America where news is fake, opinions are truth, there is us and them, and fear trumps love and reason. I saw it coming. This hotbed of extremes we find ourselves in. I tried to warn those closest to me that their support and vote for evil would not end well. I hate being right.

There is no satisfaction in having my greatest fears come true. There is only heartache compounded by the battle scars that I’ve sustained in the aftermath. My adult children, their spouses and extended families all voted for Trump.

Was I wrong to be angry? Was I wrong to feel betrayed? Was I wrong for being sad to realize the truth about those closest to me? I can tell you it makes me feel like a total failure as a parent. Though, with middle-aged children, when does the responsibility for their actions cease to be my fault? Mothers are too easily blamed.

And so I find myself in a new reality. A casualty of these divided states of America. Because I have refused to remain silent in the face of the injustice and the assaults on freedom, democracy and liberty for all, my own universe has imploded. My punishment for being other is to be outcast, separated from my beloved grandchildren, and disowned by everyone but my partner…and my dogs who still love me unconditionally. No more birthdays, mother’s days, grandparent’s days, thanksgivings or christmases to look forward to. Living death in the face of everything I held dear because I could not bury my emotions from those I had always considered safe.

Honesty, reality, truth, compassion, empathy, love. They still mean something to me. I have paid a dear price for these things. It is all I have left of the me as I struggle to find my way in this new reality. My heart grieves everyday. Being dead while living is not for the faint of heart. But I still believe in truth and honesty…and love. Even when it hurts.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 15 October 2017

left to wither alone
warm flush reducing me to ash / over the edge, swirling shards of bone
What’s so important
troubling my heart…
no one wants to know
phantoms in the mist
Oh my god! What happened?!”
That day the world felt too big.
I never believed in signs.
the moribund harbingers
it was never love
on the wind take flight
there’s a battle
power to change
it is now
to be forgotten


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.


solar-eclipse Kesie91 Pixabay
Solar-Eclipse by Kesie91 at Pixabay.com

The nerve of that pebble of a satellite! She actually thought she could step in between me and my worshipers. Did she really think she could blot out my brilliance?! That little twerp with her crater-pocked face and cold lifeless core; who does she think she is? She only shines at night because of me! Everyone knows I am the greatest star that has ever blazed from the center of a universe. In fact, (and I know facts, believe me) I am the greatest star in the history of all the universes combined! No one knows how to work the planets like I do. Every time I turn, they orbit around me. They can’t help themselves. That’s how great I am.

So now I hear old pock-face is planning a coup. It won’t last, of course. I could send out a solar flare, the likes of which the universe has never seen, with such fire and fury that electronics would die and electrical grids would blow out, and everyone would still worship me. Only I get to decide when things go dark on the faces of my planets.  So, this little eclipse thing won’t amount to much. That two-faced lunatic might make headlines for a day with this stupid stunt of hers, but she’s a fake. She’ll drive you crazy if you let her.

So, don’t worry. I’ll be back in a very big way, brighter than ever, heating things up in ways you never thought possible. It’s gonna be great!

look toward the light,
to candles in the darkness,
stars in the night sky,
to reignite hope’s embers
before they fade into dust

it’s cool in the shade
lulling us to linger there
embraced by shadows


For Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week I am doing a Haibun-Tanka-Haiku combination inspired by the prompt words, shadow and light. Have a wonderful light-filled week. 🙂




Since moving from the Midwest to the South some 30 years ago, I have become keenly aware of class and rank and, I’m just going to say it, blatant racism in the United States of America. It is as thick as the honey dripping from a southern belle’s lips when she coos, “bless their hearts.” I was shocked to learn that the southern-born locals, especially here in Virginia “Where the Nation Reunited”, yearn to have one last (un)Civil battle to set things right…the way things shoulda’ been…the way things always had a’ been before the War of Northern Aggression took away their right to own people, and later dared to demand that they allow their lily-white, privileged, progeny attend school with the coloreds. I know my words sound harsh. I mean for them to sound that way. It was a culture shock to me back then, just as the current state of unrest in this country is a shock to some folks now.

Fast forward to the 21st century and it’s plain to see that the bitter divisions we are suffering are nothing new. None of us should be surprised by the ugliness that has been unearthed by this latest battle of Conservatives versus Liberals.

I listen to pundits on tv who wonder how long it will take to undo the damage done in less than a year by politicians who seek to destroy government on the backs of the middle class and the poor, while lining the pockets of the rich, and their own. I’ve thought about it and I don’t expect us to recover anytime soon. In fact, the way I see it, this was just a relapse. Eventually we may slip into remission; the ugly underbelly of our worst devils may crawl back under their rocks. It’s been a sickness raging just under our skin for several centuries now.

And make no mistake, here in the South the Rebs are in no hurry to stop this train. They finally have a hero who talks like they think; mean and spiteful and hateful. With rebel flags flapping in the wind they’re locked and loaded and ready for that do-over to set things right. Those who refuse to learn the lessons of history are doomed to repeat it…and repeat it.

i wasn’t prepared
for the venomous rancor,
lines drawn in concrete,
pompous trumpeter swagger,
all civility be damned

i wasn’t prepared
for the costly price of love;
humanity’s end

For Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Poetry Tuesday Challenge, a Haibun/Tanka/Haiku prompted by the words Hate and Pride.


irate is the word
most comes to mind, not amusing,
your witless drivel


For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words: Irate & Amuse.

Goddess Cry – Magnetic Poetry

goddess cry

I am not pleased by
the repulsive, delirious show
of mean, bitter men in suits
driven by lust as they
heave death and crush the
dreams of girls aching
to be mothers…NO…
my blood boils red hot


Magnetic Poetry – Original Kit

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