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Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 10 June 2018

I am in re-entry mode having been on vacation this past week. With no internet access and only a bar or two on my phone, I did my best to stay connected…to write a few lines every day. But there was something about being away for a few days…unplugged from my usual routine. It took me several days to finally breathe it all in. It was lovely while it lasted.

But the news of the world seeped in all the same. There were the untimely deaths of two celebrities, the escalating news of the inhumane treatment by our government, on refugee children at our southern border, and the increased isolationist tactics of our president from our greatest allies. As you can see, I didn’t completely unplug.

Being a mother, the stories of young children being ripped from their parents arms and held in scary warehouses affected me deeply, but it was the news of recent suicides that gripped my heart.

I know suicide. My father died staring down the barrel of a pistol, his own finger on the trigger, 38 years ago. 38 years. My mother abused opioids and herself into oblivion…a slower death, but suicide nonetheless. And I have entertained this monster myself on several occasions. Love for my children and a sense of responsibility for them was the only thing that saved me. Even now I rely on antidepressants and therapy to keep me afloat. Suicide is no respecter of persons; not impressed by smiles and projected stoicism in the face of adversity, of life’s ups, and bottom of the barrel, downs. It’s a greedy master requiring everything, for nothing in return.

Why am I talking about it? Because we all need to call it by its name. Suicide. It needs to be okay to say it…to ask for help. Ignoring suicide doesn’t make it go away. Keeping it locked away just emboldens and empowers it. I have faced this beast and declared, “no more!” Not because I am particularly strong. I’m not. By grace and through the power of love I have l survived.

My hope is that we begin to open our hearts to those who are other; to be safe places for our brothers and sisters…to begin the process of bridging our differences, to find healing. May we learn to listen to each other. May we be kinder to one another, as if our very lives depended on it. Because, the truth is, they do.

Peace my friends. Don’t be afraid to seek help if you need it. More than anything, please know you are not alone.

US National Suicide Prevention Lifeline

1-800-273-8255

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 10 June 2018

night falls intensely
tree knob, eyes blinking
beneath deep green cover
a super storm was brewing
dusk softly shaded,
kissed by a breeze
when it’s silent
invisible pain
feels like rain
how can we be quiet?

~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 – 27 May 2018

We press on. Through setbacks, calamity, disappointment, opposition, we press on, at hope’s urging, glimmers of light, so bright they have power to dispel the darkness. They cannot exist without each other; the darkness and the light. Neither can we live without life’s extremes; the good, the bad, the highs and lows. If things were perfect, happy all the time, would we grow weary of happiness? Would we even realize how happy, how blessed we are?

We were not meant for Eden. Utopia is an illusion. And I happen to believe that is a good thing. An utterly messy existence is good for the soul. It keeps things real and multiplies our joy when we are fortunate enough to embrace it.

Don’t curse the bumps in the road my friend…be glad that they are only bumps. Smooth roads are boring.

Have a speculator week!

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 27 May 2018

what were you thinking
neath darkening skies, as storm clouds swell, glooming,
give voice to the flowers
they never did
there are always signs, something amiss,
leafy underbellies, sparkling
swept up in worry, forgetting
clearly not fragile
nose to stone, grinding
questions, unanswered
the monsters here are real
dreams to keep us
peace never comes easily
follow your bliss

~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 – 20 May 2018

Sunday…another week spent. It was a bit of a roller coaster for me. It happens. All that to say, I was a bit distracted and on occasion, out of sorts. This is not a usually how I am, but I suppose like a boiling tea kettle life became a bit overwhelming.

A change in routine, even an uncomfortable shift, can be a good thing. It gives one a new perspective. So many of the things that seem important at the time can end up looking silly in retrospect. And then there are those little things that make all the difference. Like I said, a rollercoaster, distracted.

As a result, there are fewer poems this week, fewer lines in this ReVerse, but it’s perfect. The icing on my lopsided cake.

When all is said and done, I really want to be the best me I can be. Silly, isn’t it? This, from someone who has lived more than a few decades. I’m still reaching for goodness you know, still trying to figure it out. None of us are guaranteed tomorrow, but if and when tomorrow comes, there is this…a clean slate to scribble on. And with this reverse, a week summed up; tomorrow is another day.

Scribble away my fiends! There are moments to savor and memories to make. Roller coasters, good, bad, distracted…it’s life. It’s a gift. It’s all good.

Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 20 May 2018

remember me when the wind
whispers you away
…….that’s enough
have you heard
we were brilliant, dazzling souls
so bright
muted dawn and this
i could lose myself
so to feel the sun’s kisses
breathe…
cold sweat
it would be winter soon
you must love the rain…
shedding the burden of flesh

~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 – 6 May 2018

At first I wasn’t sure about this week’s ReVerse. I collected the lines last night and had a quick read through. “What a jumbled mess,” I thought, putting it and myself to bed for the night.

But this morning after sleeping on it? Well, this morning this jumbled mess is actually growing on me because of what it makes me feel.

Did you ever see the film, “What Dreams May Come”? That’s the best way I can explain it. This week’s reVerse feels like bright, bleeding watercolors wrapping around me, swallowing me.

“Um, okay,” I imagine you thinking. “Get the girl some coffee.”

It’s okay if you don’t feel it too. It’s just words. A reflection of a week that was. A jumbled mess of random lines that were never meant to be a separate poem. There will be more poems next week, more words to jumble through. Life is like that, I’m thinking. Sometimes it’s a blur. And other times you manage to stop long enough feel it. This morning is one of those other times.

Have a great jumbled mess of a week! ❤️

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 6 May 2018

perched above happily,
they cannot be moved
we creatures of habit need sunlight to thrive
today is bittersweet…
there’s a calming hush
‘twas the talk of the town
a finder’s keep
I wonder what you’re thinking
poor worm dangling, sacrificed
I could be wrong
crisis to crisis, teetering on red
harmless to humans
my sleeve bleeds thoughts, words
sith it is the fourth
how many ways
remembering when
little things
like a rose losing
forget, that they snap
the light underbellies of tree leaves

~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 – 29 April 2018

Today’s ReVerse is loaded. In just 25 random lines (yes, I counted) acid streams of my subconsciousness have spilled out on a screen and are now glaring at me. If I didn’t do this little looking back exercise every week, I’d be tempted to scrap this one, declaring that it just didn’t make sense this week. It would be true, of course, to the innocent bystander, but not to me. You know how when you are young, with the whole world and life’s possibilities ahead of you, and hopeful? And then at some point you realize that life has no interest in bolstering your best laid plans because life is a crapshoot and the dealer is on the take to the highest bidder, and you’re not it, not by a long shot? So you settle into your unlucky self, count your losses, and call it a night, not realizing that the whole thing was rigged against you from the start? Don’t ask me why. Hell if I know. But it comes down to this. Life is disappointing sometimes. Of course it has its spectacular moments, but sometimes it doesn’t, and we find ourselves settling because we’re tired of fighting. And we grow accustomed to things being just okay and realize that okay is okay. Today’s ReVerse is all that, for me at least. I guess you had to be there.

On a side note…Happy Full Pink Moon! It sounds innocuous…full…pink. But the astrological facts surrounding this month’s lunation shed more light on this past week’s regurgitations perfectly. As one seer explained, “this full moon is all about bringing toxic emotions to the surface and releasing them.” Yup, I tasted the sour ick and felt the burn as this collection of lines spewed out. That explains it. I am as powerless against Luna’s wiles as the tides. But I shall surrender each grain of sand to that sea of oblivion, if you will. At next week’s ReVerse I hope resume my light, line by line banter about spring flowers and the weather, with occasional jabs at political fools. Until then, go gently in your corner of the world. If you wondered why all the sludge you’d thought you’d buried long ago, rose to the surface this week, you can blame it on the moon. Today is the day to let it all go. Tomorrow is a new day.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 29 April 2018

a sign spring’s coming soon, on the brink
when stars realigned and…
can you hear the rose petals laughing, leaves trembling?
i’m warming to the gray
it is a party
but not love
songbirds at dawn, mourning doves
they always knew.
let’s stop this lunacy
like tiny worlds within worlds,
in the cool misty brume
where most anything flies, pigs and crime
little things…like details, lies, and small talk…they make me crazy.
c’est le sweet spot d’une fleur, ooh-la-la!
none of us could have saved you.
beautiful flowers cling
watching, that black-eyed stare
innocence intact, not jaded
a forgotten craft
but already tides swoon
Forgive me for not saying goodbye this time.
breathe deeply the dawn
open to life’s hope
it is not out there
sweetness aching red

~kat


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