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Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 14 April 2019

Happy Sunday! It’s raining today, but I’m not complaining. Spring rains that settle the pollen that is floating in the air like snowflakes, are my friend. I know some of you can relate. It’s getting worse they say in the news, with longer spells of pollen, my state being one of the worst. But you didn’t come here to hear me talk about the weather or pollen. It is this week’s ReVerse that is the star of the show. A fine reVerse at that, full of words that I’ve let flow as you know if you’ve been following me. Lots of words in fact, and a rollercoaster of emotions colored this past week. Just like life, the NaPoWriMo prompts have been challenging and wonderful. And I for one am grateful for this opportunity to empty my head in more than micro-spurts, keeping the muse entertained in all her revery. It is spring after all. The ground is greening, trees and flowers are blooming. I could get used to this. What bliss! No matter that it’s raining still, it is the perfect time to stay inside, sip some jasmine tea and write. Have a wonderful week!

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 14 April 2019

bliss, that’s all i need to know
stones to gather
jump the shark if you dare
we sure are gonna miss you
I’m afraid my genes are laced with lunacy
limp locks a-drooping from curly-topped crowns,
who am i, but flesh and blood,
my dreams faded over time
fleeting childhood memories etched in my heart

~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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 7 April 2019

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Happy Sunday! Spring’s persistence is evident in the earthy aroma of rain-drenched sod, bulbs sprouting, birds chattering, squirrels scampering, and the subtle shift of the breeze from frigid to warm, tossing bud dappled trees. 

It’s National/Global Poetry Month. My usual micro-poetry dailies have been replaced by a variety of challenge responses. All this makes for an interesting ReVerse. Each line still represents the past week’s stream of consciousness, however with the added topical constraints imposed by the challenge. That is not to say you still can’t find me between the lines. This week, and for the rest of the month, you will get a glimpse into the me that rises to the challenge on any given day. It’s not forced. Just a different view. 

It is proof of my resilience. At least that’s what I’m claiming and clinging to. Because aside from my blog life, this past week posed a number of challenges that might have set me back had I not learned over the years to live in the moment. A close friend was hospitalized, my bank account was hacked by a cyber criminal wiping out my balance. I have spent hours on the phone with fraud units, police dispatch, venders, to clear my name, while keeping up with my friend’s ongoing serious health concerns, and narrowly averting a blown gasket in my van…and the subsequent repair that set me back several Ben Franklins (fortunately before my account was cleaned out).

Life. It goes on. I’m a survivor. I have this moment right now, writing to you on my laptop, my big slobbery mutt Maxwell cozied up next to me. It’s all good. And I have words…and more poetry to write.

Peace to you. Breathe in, breathe out. It’s moments like this…it’s moments like this…:)


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 7 April 2019

fluttering its delicate wings
from the ooze, greening,
to leave the nest, literally,
cadaverous, calm,
it evolved after humankind died
I could never bring myself to say it
every day is blurred
nothing to be alarmed about just yet, but
it’s been several years since they’ve been by
they’ll paint us crazy, dupes at best,
leaving others unmoved
regret, the past can’t own me

~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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 31 March 2019

This was a week filled with the usual chaos we have become accustomed to. That is perhaps, the greatest tragedy of all; the fact that we are not surprised. But I am comforted by the fact that everything is temporary. Everything. Do-overs are nature’s gift to us. Life to death to life, messy and unruly, perfection in the imperfect. Perfection.

This week’s ReVerse brushes the cusp of perfection. It was a week of beautiful words amidst the chaos, in spite of it. Sometimes I am surprised by life. I’ve learned to savor those moments. To pause and take it all in. To sigh. To allow it to take my breath away, surrendering to each tiny death, life trembling in the wings.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 31 March 2019

can we know
she is like a penny, face up, begging
in the din is truth they’re trying to hide
shed a tear
let’s just do what we came here for
with prideful, power hungry idolators
unwitting onlookers, deadly, as a spider spinning its web
the gloaming fades into night
some blood is like water spilt, evaporating
for one glorious day in the sun
you tell me i’m perfect

~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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 24 March 2019

Happy Spring to my friends in the northern hemisphere. This week’s full worm moon coincided with 2019’s vernal equinox setting into motion the onset of spring. The signs are everywhere. Daffodils dapple the landscape, birds are rustling, engaged in sweet song, squirrels are rummaging the dry earth for seeds. Winter has made a few brisk sweeps through bare bud-clustered tree limbs, but at long last, her days are numbered. The seasons are faithful, changing guard, again and again. At least for today while the sun is shining, there is every reason for hope. And hope I do. When doubt niggles its way into my thoughts I have spring’s sweet awakening to set me aright. Seasons. Life is a series of seasons, coming and going, ebbing and flowing. We cannot stop the tides, and honestly, why would we ever want to.

Have a lovely week. Spring is coming…spring is here!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 24 March 2019

there are signs
they’re back again
lovers sighing,
you might not believe it,
fragile blossoms
north meets south, daylight
bird trills and honey bee hums
life
vernal blooms wafting on air
of plenty, one cannot quench the urge to fill
everyday i learn something new and have more questions
to hear the birds singing

~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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 March 2019

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you! This is the day when everyone is Irish, and rivers run green in Chicago, the place of my birth. My Irish roots run deep. From my paternal grandmother Florence O’Malley to the ancient Gaels in my mothers family tree…Sásta Lá Fhéile Pádraig!

I am the sum of many parts. My own DNA surges through my daughters’ veins and through them to their children. As I reflect on today’s reVerse I have to smile. Yes indeed, I am a messy tangled web. Aren’t we all! 😊


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 March 2019

…time waits for no one
cynics in love
she’s not finished,
the glitter
rubs against my leg
smoke mingled with the steam bellowing…
behind locked doors and walls
once hidden, now revealed
math applied in pictures, chaos
we are each someone’s
a messy tangled web

~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.


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