A very busy week of writing makes for a very busy ReVerse. Competing streams of thought that, at first glance, seems to make no sense at all. But they are my words, for better or for worst. Because of that, I’m not particularly bothered by the randomness of some of the lines. I see them as an interruption, which is so like life, isn’t it? One minute you’re coasting along, on time, on track, settled on the course and destination. And the next? All hell breaks loose, and you find yourself on a detour through the unfamiliar. Meanwhile, your GPS has a nervous breakdown trying to get you back on your way, as you careen further from the most direct route; sending you in circles around a now forbidden path. (True story…)

I’ve learned something about detours, having been forced to take them every now and again. Sometimes they send you to a place that opens your eyes to possibilities you might never have considered before. At the very least, detours are an unplanned inconvenience. But given the chance they can also be revelatory. When you approach them with an attitude of openness, detours can be the subtle shifts that reconnect you to yourself, rescuing you from the trenches that are burying you. Some detours can change you, and do.

Have a great week, then. I’m reminded of a favorite quote: “I never worry when I get lost…I just change where I want to go.”

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 8 April 2018

hint of spice on the breeze, birds in tryst
a cup of tea, a purring cat,
amidst frost’s icy sting, reverie
savor every sweet bite / eat the last cookie
just pressing your luck
Don’t ask!
white, wispy flecks blow
that’s not the word you think you heard…
vagabonds in dapper hues
early signs looked promising
settling, like the dust collecting
bent from a blust’ry breeze
chiseled legends in stone
as I watch them, I sigh from below
You remind me of someone I would very much like to know…
if you need to ask…
crazy…like a fox
don’t stir
dust, pollen, budding trees,
sometimes my mind drifts
that little girl, jaded
and long, lazy hours spent sleeping
sweetness on the breeze
when love is always
crushed beneath
a hint of eternity

~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.