a system that moves on from oops as the walls came tumbling down you’ve made it this far we don’t know what we don’t know naked in the snow on the cusp we’ll tip our warm cups for being different a call to surrender there is too much of it with nothing…to do
~kat
Sunday is typically thought of as the last day of the week-end. But I remember learning that Sunday was the first day of the week. Tomayto…tomato.
Night comes sooner now that we have “fallen back” from daylight savings time…as if daylight needed saving. I do appreciate the illusion of an extra hour of sleep based on the numbers on my digital clocks. I never seem to get enough sleep these days. But the animals are not having it. They know what time it is. And they don’t particularly care if Sunday or Monday is the first day of the week either…or if it’s Wednesday (do you sound out the syllables in your head when you write it? Wed-NES-day?)
We like to control things. We like to be in charge. We like to know what’s happening next, and those with the means will do anything to ensure things go the way they expect. The rest of us are along for the ride…and I just have to say, the ride of late is a blended monstrosity of the most stomach churning, terrifying, death defying amusement park rides…just a thought…it’s a roller-tilta-death-drop-anti-gravity-raging-lazy-river-bumper-swing-space tunnel-bungee-coaster. And for years I thought the hamster wheel was a tyrant.
On to Monday then…but first proper Sunday first day of the week. Rest up…you’re gonna need it. ready set go!
roots of grass in horror, the world sees our once great nation fall I was so hoping the pain, the cruelty, the hate… it’s hard to tell, to imagine the peril we're in there is no limit (to) the price I’d pay to send away a certain orange man with tiny hands, never trust a fool
~kat
Gentle Sunday to you. I’d like to imagine that we’ve seen the worst of it. That things will get better, but I know that’s wishful thinking on my part. Already the landscape and landmarks that chronicled the centuries old history of this nation have been irrevocably destroyed, dumped onto the dustheap of failed governments.
But we the people are still here. We’re not going away. Compassion, peace, respect, kindness and liberty are worth fighting for.
And finally…last week wasn’t a complete disaster. Just look at those glimmers!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
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A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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 here as a review of the past week.
no one sleeps infused with light whispers of ancestors and we grow wise, midst a litany of if only’s and what if’s in the quiet hours of the night things that should be said doom scrolling mind control it starts with goosebumps people fear what they don’t know it’s not in my head peacemakers don’t deal in hate hovering close by, never alone light dancing with the wind We have weathered several seasons together. it’s voice, a soulful wailing sound sometimes I wonder who rescued who ‘twas once a great nation, but it’s now under siege
~kat
It was long past time for me to assemble lines from the last several weeks of poems, and write a ReVerse. Just so you know…almost a year into DT rule and I am not over it. The huge mistake silly self-absorbed people made when they unleashed hell on earth by giving the orange king a second go at destroying the country…and sadly, affecting our world neighbors as well. I have one question for these lemmings. Are you tired of winning yet? Because the rest of us are exhausted. We ended the week with a glimmer though. 7 million people took to the streets to say enough. We want our country back. It was a day of glimmers seven million strong.
There were several glimmers over the past few weeks that sustained me through the ups and downs of life. And today was no different. The annual show of Autumn leaves will be a limited engagement this year. The turning came late. It was just on the edge of spectacular, when the winds came through stripping the tree limbs. They say it’s because of an extended dry spell this fall.
Nature mimicking world events. I do hope the momentum and energy doesn’t fizzle out like the leaves this autumn. I do sense a change in the air. I’m holding on to that glimmer…and breathing.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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 here as a review of the past several weeks.
finally time to heal crickets at dusk your silence is golden bent on destruction… Into stardust, beautiful in death gentle, though it may be
~kat
This week’s ReVerse is definitely an odd little collection of thoughts. It has been an odd time. I visited the D-Day Memorial in Bedford,VA with my sister today. It’s not far from where I live. In light of the state of our world it was a stark reminder of how far we have drifted from the ideals of unity against oppression. Everywhere we turned there were tributes to troops from other nations who fought side by side against fascism.
We are, I believe, watching history repeat. But I am afraid the US will not be on the right side of history when the story is told. What a sad day it is when patriots are considered those who fall in line behind our “dear leader”, and not the true patriots honored at this memorial site. I wonder what these heroes, who made the ultimate, selfless sacrifice might think about the self-serving ambitions of the leaders in charge today. I wonder if they would even recognize this current society as the country they loved.
some days I am red at dawn, and at dusk thoughts and prayers are not enough no hint of sweetness four killed, nine wounded maple tree leaves are turning
~kat
Another day meeting found family. My life partner is adopted. When she was in her early 20’s her birth mother’s family found her and reached out to her. It has not gone entirely well. So much drama. These types of things can be volatile and messy. There is one sister who she maintained contact with. We visited her today. And then…
She never knew who her biological father was until this year. I had gifted her a DNA test a couple years ago. After about a year she decided to take the test and send it in. About the same time a sister she never knew existed… and who never knew she existed took a DNA test for fun as well. And through the magic of DNA mapping, there was a match. Her sister eventually reached put to me, and lo and behold T has 3 sisters she never knew existed, and three or more nieces and nephews, and a father who is still alive.
We met that sister on her biological father’s side for the very first time. It went well… Very well in fact. This side of the family has its own dramatic twists and turns, but the sister who reached out to us earlier this year was delightful to meet. And gave my partner another piece of the puzzle of her origin story. It was a good day. A very good day. And today’s glimmer? Well, it is family! The family you’re born into, the family you know, the family you create…and sometimes the family you discover.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. Hug those you love…family, wherever you find them are precious gifts.
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