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Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 26 May 2019

I am intrigued by the idea that this life is but one incarnation of many. My catholic upbringing didn’t hint at this. Quite the opposite. My childhood was riddled with the fear of eternal purgatory where my soul would spend eons working off the debt of a lifetime of sin. And then there was that familiar prick of guilt that boiled under my skin for each white lie I told, for each unkindness, for each failed relationship; even when I was good, for not being good enough. Each transgression was entirely my fault, of course, always my fault. I have spent decades apologizing for every breath I take. The idea that I might have lived before, and may again, softens the blow of a bumbled existence.

There is also another concept to consider. When this life ends and I breath my last, that will be it. The end, fade to black, but for the passage of my dna and fading memories in the minds of those left behind.

And of course there is one more story going around. Talk of mansions and streets of gold, virgins, banquets. Of happy reunions with loved ones passed, with beloved pets even, as the newly departed are escorted by angels to a perfect place, better, far better than this. If I had to tell it, certainly I’d embellish it even more…as some have…no sadness, no sickness or hardship, eternal bliss, but, and this is where the tellers of this story and I part ways: there is a cost. To enter this club heaven, there is a price…a secret pledge, if you will. It’s like an incantation. “Repeat after me,” they say, “and all is forgiven, past, present, and future”. It’s tempting. Say a few words like you mean it and you’re home free. I even tried it once, maybe twice, just to be sure, just in case I didn’t mean it enough the first time. But I just couldn’t reconcile the doctrines of this elite club and the rules they played by here on earth. The idea that saying a few hallowed words somehow gives one a pass and the license to make life a living hell for anyone who’s not a member. That’s part of the plan, you see, convince the lost they’re hopeless, make them say uncle, or god or whatever…”prosperity, eternal bliss can be yours…just repeat after me.” You get credit for every soul you convince. Like I said, tempting.

We like these stories that we’ve made up over time to make sense of life, and death. Some make more sense than others. But no one really knows. I certainly don’t have a clue. But I must say the older I get the less it matters. Really. I am okay with any of them or none of them. I certainly don’t need a mansion, too much upkeep, and it’s the neighbors…I have found it hard to get along them on earth, or even like them, for that matter. What if I could get a do-over? Or even if this is it. Fade to nothingness. I’m okay with all or nothing. Dust to dust. Dust to dust. I don’t mean to sound morbid. Blame it on today’s reverse. The truth is I’m inclined these day to savor moments. A moment is a long time if you pay attention. It is more than enough. At least for me it is. Peace to you on your journey to wherever. There are roses to smell and to admire. And look! There goes a butterfly!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 26 May 2019

stars reveal our capacity for hope
but for brief flickers of remembering
past memories
I’m alone
apple of sodom, bane of innocents
ambassadors of peace with prickly tongues
seems out of place
a softer me
a penny
crushed by a thousand
longing for a life deeply rooted
it’s almost heaven…almost

~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 – 28 April 2019

It’s a beautiful Sunday where I live. The sun is shining, the sky is blue; there are a few clouds, the white wispy kind, and there’s a lovely cool breeze. Yes, the world at large is still going bananas. All I need to do is turn on the news to be bombarded with all the crazy, but sometimes you just need to take a break from it all. Or at least I do. And that is exactly what I am doing. I’m chilling today.

Time to clean the slate then, with a glance back in the form of a reverse poem. Yes the past week was a bit wacky. Aren’t they all. But I’m taking advantage of this tiny bit of heaven while I can.

Peace y’all!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 28 April 2019

while headless chickens race around like rats
judgment over fabricated scandals,
those who dare, rise in humility, to challenge twisted liberty,
grains of sand
We’ve got company
my fierce predator, roams the halls at night
weaves to the heart, returning
how beautiful, how still, the muffled hills
Sawetness everywhere
I remember
but things will never be the same
I’ve heard the veil’s thin ‘tween here and heaven

~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.


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 3 July 2016

Its Independence Day’s Eve here in the US. When we are young being independent is our ultimate goal. Some of us start very early on our path to independence with our first words, “me do it!” How satisfying it is to accomplish things all by ourselves…when we are young.

But a lifetime has taught me that even though I am quite capable of doing for myself, thank you very much, there is something to be said for having a bit of company on the journey. It’s ironic I think. We are born with a fierce instinct for independence only to realize after a lifetime of surviving that we are inescapably bound to one another. For better or for worse. 

How freeing it is to admit that I need you…collectively, globally, individually. Independence is not all it was cracked up to be. But I suppose I had to live it to realize it. And realizing it is like coming home. 🙂

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This week’s Shi Sai is a bit odd. I suppose there are times when things are simply not meant to make sense. Like this past week actually…so much if it didn’t make sense. 

At any rate, happy Independence Day and all that jazz. As for me? I still have a few of those cookies left from last weekend. Care to join me?

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 3 July 2016

I don’t have sweets around…
Hope’s gleaming promise…

Prayers for Instanbul

In the summer heat
when you can’t hear the music
It wasn’t enough…is it ever?
They’ll journey from the safety of the shore
Oft’ forgetting why

Earth bleeds crimson

Embodying all I am
It was just a stupid accident…or was it?
~ kat

The Shi Sai, (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a form created by Kat Myrman in April 2016. It is a poem created by taking one line of verse from several poems of an author’s own collection. The shi sai is done as a review of a series or collection of poems and therefore, each line should flow in chronological order of the dates the poems were written (from oldest to new). The lines chosen should be the author’s favorite from each poem. This form works best if the author resists the temptation to read the full new poem before all the verses have been added. (It helps one to resist the impulse to change a line to make it “fit”)


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 19 June 2016

I must say I faced this morning’s assignment with a bit of trepidation. It was not a good week for many in the world. Or at least my corner of it. 

Reflecting on this, those last few words glared at me…”my corner of it,” gripping my heart, plunging me into an overwhelmingly painful “ah-ha” moment of truth. 

How self-centered I am! Seeking joy and pleasure, expecting it even, day after day only to grieve when calamity knocks on my own door! 

The truth is, horror and hardship happens every day to someone somewhere in this fragile broken world of ours. However do we go on under the weight of such adversity, when at any given moment one us is suffering? However indeed, because when one of us hurting, we all hurt. 

At this point, I am feeling even more out of sorts than when I began, more disappointed in myself, than anything. So reluctantly, I pulled up this week’s posts to review my whining laments hoping to find something Shi Sai worthy to print. Something that didn’t have us all wallowing in despair and loathing…

How did this week’s reverse pan out? Well, it surprised me. And it answered my question. How do we go on, each one of us, when faced with inconsolable sadness? In a word, HOPE! Between the lines of angst and sorrow, I discovered layers of hope sandwiched in…like precious gold ribbons crushed between layers of clay and sedimentary rock. There is always hope. And I realized that that is how we do it. How we survive. How we find the strength to go on. 

The worst thing that could ever happen to us is to find ourselves hopeless. There is a rhythm to the ebbs and flows…some of us riding waves of giddy exhilaration while others find themselves in the undertow. But the most important thing to remember is that we are all part of the same sea. The sea that at one moment glistens in serene tranquility and at others may become a raging temptest. We are all part of it…a sea of precious souls.

As I consider this I realize that I am being a bit hard on myself, but there is one thing I can do. When I am suffering it is acceptable to grieve, just as when I am having a good day, it is important to be grateful. But in that moment of gratefulness it is also important to consider those who are not, to say an extra prayer each time I give thanks for those who cannot. 

May you too find the light of hope when you need it most. I’m going to try to be better at keeping the light on for you.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 19 June 2016

Your life’s a precious gift infused with grace

under the skin we are the same

time is elusive

…Yes, you are

dawn looks swell on you!

midst clouds looming dark

hints, alliaceous.
…

prized as medicinal

donning alliaceous bulbs

from nana’s kitchen…

to resist…futile

the night is long…then morning comes!

I made something special for dessert

…feeling the Love this morning

while some take to the sea to sun.

~ kat  

The Shi Sai, (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a form created by Kat Myrman in April 2016. It is a poem created by taking one line of verse from several poems of an author’s own collection. The shi sai is done as a review of a series or collection of poems and therefore, each line should flow in chronological order of the dates the poems were written (from oldest to new). The lines chosen should be the author’s favorite from each poem. This form works best if the author resists the temptation to read the full new poem before all the verses have been added. (It helps one to resist the impulse to change a line to make it “fit”)


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