Well. Weird week. Electronics locked in trunks (a coworker), iPhones dipping into the loo (mine), some missed favorite challenges (I’ll get back on track in the coming week) and Mercury in retrograde, enhanced by the undertow of a super full moon tonight. Is it any wonder I am feeling a bit kerfluffled (my spell check doesn’t like that word, but I do. I made it up…so I’m going with it!)
It helps to have a sense of humor on weeks like this. It also helps to be a glass half full, look on the bright side, eternally optimistic attitude. All is not lost.
I actually had a bit of unencumbered peace while I was phoneless. It helped me recall a simpler time, before mobile phones, before texts, voicemail, and answering machines when we relied on landline phones and if you weren’t home to take a call…folks just had to try you later.
It made me reminiscent for a fresh college-ruled notebook and my peacock-blue, cartridge-loaded fountain pen; the thrill I always feel when that first bulging droplet bleeds onto a page…for words scribbled on used envelopes and paper napkins, so I wouldn’t forget a moment’s brilliance.
Writing is not tied to a means or method but it is a way of living and looking at the world, with a keen discerning eye primed to capture the next revelation or reflection. It is breath and life to those of us who are weavers of words. How fortunate we are to have a forum to share our thoughts and imaginings.
Have a wonderful week. Don’t stop writing!
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 3 December 2017
may we rise from heavy slumber
bundled in bunting
what I long for these days
and tell you (I) would, except,
when the world ends
women have found their voice to tell,
determined, but not heartless.
what peaceful thoughts I might have had are doomed.
there is no sleeping
on some wild paths
in happy ever always
in the dark,
what we have lost
tossed by a cool breeze…
extravagate in that thought
~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.
they said, empty your noggin<
she weeps<
so fly my darling girl / don’t make waves drive fools to folly
baby steps…<
like mercury colliding... 