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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 My usual micro-poetry dailies have been replaced by a variety of challenge responses.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 – 10 March 2019

Happy Sunday! Today is a great day for a nap, because as everyone in the US knows, we are now saving daylight. Except of course for Arizona who realizes that nature has that all under control without our help. The days are getting longer just fine, thank you. Silly laws. Can’t live with them…can’t live with them. Especially when laws are not equally enforced for all. Liberty and justice is the prized ideal of the elite. It’s true.

Just this week the bandleader of the “torturer’s lobby”, was hailed as having lived an otherwise exemplary life and sentenced to the same punishment as a poor petty thief who stole $100 worth of quarters at a laundromat. There is justice for you.

We have a litany of ludicrous laws. To name a few…50 to be exact:

In Alabama it’s illegal to drive blindfolded.
In Alaska It is considered an offense to push a live moose out of a moving airplane.
In Arizona it’s illegal for a donkey to sleep in a bathtub.a
In Arkansas you can’t honk your horn near a sandwich shop after 9 p.m.
In a few California cities plastic bags are banned.
In Colorado it’s illegal to keep a couch on your porch.
In Connecticut a pickle must be able to bounce.
In Delaware you can’t sell dog hair.
In Florida legal parking fees for animals such as horses, elephants, and camels must be paid.
In Georgia it’s illegal to live on a boat for more than 30 days.
In Hawaii it’s illegal to place a coin in one’s ear.
In Idaho it’s illegal to sweep debris into the streets.
In Illinois it’s legal for minors who are in culinary school to drink alcohol. (It is legal however for them to sip and spit.)
In Indiana it’s illegal to ride a horse above 10 MPH.
In Iowa you cannot throw a brick onto a highway. (With an added caveat…Highway brick throwing is banned unless you have written permission from the City Council.)
In Kansas tire screeching is banned.
In Kentucky a woman cannot marry more than three times.
In Louisiana it’s illegal to send a surprise pizza.
In Maine it’s illegal to park in front of Dunkin’ Donuts.
In Maryland sleeveless shirts are banned in public.
In Massachusetts it’s illegal to tell fortunes without certification.
In Michigan don’t even think about selling your vehicle on a Sunday.
In Minnesota dirty tires are banned.
In Mississippi nutrition labels cannot be enforced.
In Missouri bear wrestling is banned.
In Montana it’s illegal to give a rat as a present.
In Nebraska you can’t get married if you have a venereal disease.
In Nevada it’s illegal to sit on sidewalks.
In New Hampshire it’s unlawful to pick up seaweed off the beach.
In New Jersey bullet-proof vests are banned while committing a crime.
In New Mexico “idiots” are banned from voting.
In New York slippers are banned after 10 p.m.
In North Carolina drunk bingo is not OK.
In North Dakota you can’t shoot fireworks after 11 p.m.
In Ohio it’s illegal to sell dyed chickens.
In Oklahoma horse tripping is outlawed.
In Oregon it’s illegal to go hunting in a cemetery.
In Pennsylvania you’re breaking the law if you pay a psychic.
In Rhode Island it’s illegal to race a horse on a highway.
In South Carolina you can’t play pinball if you’re a minor.
In South Dakota it is illegal to fall asleep in a cheese shop.
In Tennessee it’s illegal to share your Netflix password.
In Texas you can’t sell a human eye.
In Utah marrying your cousin is banned unless you are 65 or older.
In Vermont it’s illegal for women to wear fake teeth without their husband’s approval.
In Virginia you can’t go trick-or-treating if you’re over 12 years old.
In Washington it’s illegal to attach a vending machine to a utility pole.
In West Virginia no children may attend school with their breath smelling of “wild onions”.
In Wisconsin butter substitutes are banned without permission.
In Wyoming buildings that cost $100,000+ must display pricey art.

Oh…and Daylight Savings Time…

I needed a chuckle today. Hope you’re having a great weekend. Now for that nap….


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 10 March 2019

never too busy, to lay on the floor coloring
lost is the dream
flowers hum
looks like a sign to me
give me a reason
quibblers are fluent
devouring moment after moment
notice how the birds keep
I am no alley cat, I’ll have you know
one can never have too many books
that’s just who you are…
an overused, pretentious icon whose end is long overdue
a whisper from the muse

~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 – 3 March 2019

I know I’ve written about truth before. And how it matters. To say that I have never told a lie would be a lie. And while it would be easy to categorize my brand of lies as omissions or “white” lies, the fact is, a lie is a lie and I’m guilty of bending the truth…okay I’ll say it…lying.

That being said I consider myself to be an honest person. What you see is what you get. I don’t have a separate online persona. If you ask me a question I will most always give you an honest answer. Um…except for those trick questions. You know the ones. Ask me if something makes you look fat, and I’ll likely try to defer the question or fudge the truth saying, ”define fat” or “maybe orange isn’t your color”. (Fingers crossed behind my back, eyes rolling).

The thing is, when I do let honesty slip a few notches, I feel horrible. I break out in a sweat, my stomach churns and I avoid eye contact at all costs. It takes me hours, sometimes longer to get over it. I’m not a good liar. I believe most of us are like this. We don’t easily resort to lying. Our moral compass is relatively intact. We can be trusted. Our word means something.

All this makes the current state of our society feel like an upside down, inside out, nightmare. We are fed a daily dose of whoppers by our president and those trying to defend him. And those who oppose him are not immune to bending the truth either, especially when an exaggeration or twisted truth supports their cause du jour.

What is a society to do when finding the truth is an effort? Most people won’t expend the energy. They’ll just go on with living and hope for the best. And they don’t like it when you point out that something is a lie. I know. I’ve tried. I’ve stopped trying. It’s a dilemma. I often wish I could just go about my day, ignoring the lies. But I can’t.

Reality sucks. I get it now. That catchy phrase you see on bumper stickers and spray-painted on shadowy underpasses. Reality does suck. Call me crazy, but seeing those words scrawled on a wall or a bridge brings me comfort. It tells me I’m not the only person on the planet who is awake. But oh, some days I feel so tired.

Peace out my peeps.


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 3 March 2019

stirring my wild tendencies
precious moments that are everything
something’s terribly wrong
a nod or a knowing glance
making me stumble again
middling to high, hot hell to beat
things like reality and facts
it’s playing always, 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.