on the cusp of spring when the world is damp and bleak when tall tree limbs stretch toward the heavens stripped bare by the fierce nor’easters of winter their brittle fingers clutching air against the gray I wonder what if winter hangs on and spring never comes? how easy it is to teeter on the edge, weary from long, dark nights, from the frigid nip of ice-laced wind against my face chilling me to the bone how silly of me to think it
spring always comes
as if on cue the song of peepers from the edge of a nearby creek echoes through the mist snapping me out of all doubt settling my wild musing reassured now, as if… and I think, I just may have a few more springs in me left until winter wraps me in eternity just a few more
It’s been a fortnight since I did a ReVerse poem. In that time I explored the Elfchen and the Than-Bauk, with a detour into a magnificent spring day! A happy digression. 😊 I must say, I love this ReVerse poem. All those short little micropoetry lines add up nicely. I imagine it is because the brevity of short form forces one to be succinct. At any rate it is a good look back!
I hope this day finds you well and happy. It’s been an overcast damp few days here on Bramlett Mountain, but I can’t complain. Everything is magnificent! Green and lush. How many springs have I rushed through on my way to summer? I am just glad that I am finally noticing the gift of spring. It would have been such a shame to exit this life having missed it! Peace, love, and spring bliss to you! 💚🌷💚
A ReVerse Poem - 14 May 2023
gather ‘round the bonfire solving the world’s problems work to live treasured gifts idle chitchat sunlight tendrils streaming through day fading into night me, watching you don’t say, “love you” you make me wait how green the earth my cue to breathe assuring us all is well, all is well ‘til the page turned fine lines were real they were deceived charming untruths joy and tears… mind your business I could go on takes a pure heart funny thing, bliss
~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.
as the days grow longer, trees burst, dense and green, the forest floor grows dark nights, though shorter, darker still moon and stars hidden beyond the arboreal canopy, even on cloudless evenings; of course I wouldn’t know…is it dawn or dusk or midday? it’s hard to tell here in the woods where sweltering days are cool and damp, where squirrels leave remnants of hickory shells and millipedes slither through decaying leaves, where trees dance in the breeze, mimicking the sound of waves crashing into the seashore, where woodpecker’s wild calls echo from the heights, where crows cackle, cowbirds cluck and mourning doves coo from the shadows, and bright red cardinals perch nearby, messengers from beyond assuring us all is well, all is well
~kat
Taking a break today from the brevity of micro poetry. Isn’t this time of year breathtaking?! My senses are waking up from slumber…just had to pause to take it all in! 🌷
if i was the wind i would breathe through you murmuring sweet poetry and gently toss your hair only to hear you sigh
if i was the rain I would sweeten your garden with lovely wetness only to see you grow wild and verdant, glistening in the sun
if i was the earth brown and fertile beneath you i would make a soft bed of thick moss in the cool dark so you can rest your soul when this world is too much
if i was the sun i would blanket you in warmth, in pure love, from dawn to dusk and even through the night, the moon shining bright
in wind and rain, earth and fiery sun, always know that i am here gently loving you with all that i am
breezes that smell of musk and life simmering just below the loam
wet
air that makes me wish i’d worn less today my skin sweating from the heat, my core on fire with fever
~kat
Another Cadae. I love this poetry form! The weather wtoday is quite balmy. A calm before a storm heading our way. As I type hornets that have roused from their boroughs are swirling around me with their incessant buzzing. I’m sure they are just as happy as me that spring is ever near, but they add a bit of drama to my attempt to soak in the sun and rest for a spell. 🙄
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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