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ReVerse Poem – Sunday, 11 June 2023

Happy Sunday! It’s time to look back on the past week and glean a thought from each day. And what a week it has been! Thank goodness for poetry! It helps keep me sane, draws me out of my head, and helps me remember to breathe…even if only for a conscious moment when I realize that I am holding my breath, yet again.

Some weeks, like this one, are just cloudy with good chance of left shoes dropping like rain…all hail about to break loose when we least expect it. True story…we have had so much rain that the gutter drains are forming trenches through the soil in our yard. I’ve never seen anything like it!

And metaphorically speaking the poles are entrenched as ever…with the hysterically woke on one side, and the angrily ignorant on the other. The forecast is daunting, but we’ll get to the other side just like we always do… slow and steady right through the middle where most of us huddle.

I can’t let myself stress about it. I won’t let myself stress about it. This morning is particularly spectacular, sun—kissed, green and sparkling, the birds happily singing, foraging, the wild blackberries are pink now, plumping up, a few weeks to ripe. What a glorious day, and I am so grateful that I am alive to see it!

Peace to you!


ReVerse Poem - Sunday, 11 June 2023 

moonlight, a glimpse of her heart
the way for grace to flow free
in crimson, sweetly fragrant
coloring outside the lines,
where possibilities wait,
it is only noise
warm breath on my skin

~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.


Sunday’s ReVerse Poem – 4 June 2023

As anticipated, given the Pleiades poetry form, the poems this week embodied feminine themes, with inspiration from the stars. Today, astrologers say there are over 500 stars in the Pleiades constellation cluster, though only a handful can be seen with the naked eye. The ancients named seven of these stars the “seven sisters”: Alcyone, Asterope, Celaeno, Electra, Maia, Merope, and Tygeta. Based on the Reverse below I met my goal. It was exactly what I was going for. An homage to feminine gifts and sensibilities. And because there are seven days in a week, today’s ReVerse, like the Pleiades is seven lines long. How serendipitous, I say! 

In today’s ugly social climate where being female is under attack on so many fronts I thought we could use a boost and a reminder of how amazing we are. Taking nothing away from our brothers, of course, but it is worth reminding us all, and especially ourselves, that we are beautiful, intuitive, nurturing, wise, intelligent, powerful, equal partners each day in the life of this planet, in our homes as well as in the boardroom. It is time we took our place at the table like we own it…because if you really think about it…we do.

With that in mind my sisters, take a moment to look in the mirror today, and rather than focusing on those extra pounds, wrinkles, or whatever else that makes you feel less than, and look that woman staring back at you straight in the eye…hold her gaze long enough until you feel it..the realization that she…that you…are beautiful, amazing, worth being loved and appreciated! In fact, you should tell her…go ahead, say it out loud!

Namasté my lovelies!

Sunday ReVerse Poem ~ 4 June 2023

she is powerful
discovering her wings,
whisperings from the muse,
calm in the midst of storms,
we are fools to cry witch,
goddess, primordial
lightning strikes where it will

~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.


A ReVerse Poem ~ May 28, 2023

It’s Sunday, and time for another ReVerse poem, looking back at the Tricube. I think this ReVerse captures the past week very well. It’s a meandering journey through my scattered brain, that at least found a few moment of lucidity to write poetry. It was a gentle week. Though life threw me a few more lemons to squeeze through, writing helped me find the present. Helped me to pause, to breathe, to find peace…to silence the what-ifs, woulda, coulda, shouldas. Rereading each day’s thoughts has been a calming exercise.

All is well. This moment. All is well. Peace to you and those you cherish. 💚


A ReVerse Poem ~ May 28, 2023

me…breathing
wistful thoughts
all is well
unspent still
no regrets

earl grey tea
it takes time

I miss touch

~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.


A ReVerse Poem for Sunday, April 16, 2023

Happy Sunday!  I decided to give today’s Reverse time to simmer. When I started it a week ago it just didn’t seem ripe. And in the process of reviewing, I made a few tweaks here and there. Most notably yesterday’s limerick poem which was atrocious in form…where was my head? To save you the trouble of revisiting said disaster, I’ll leave the edited version for you here: 

Uncle Ned

Old Uncle Ned, a likable guy was he
An affable charmer, the cousins agreed
He made the kids laugh
For his jokes were quite daft
Made us wonder what was in his tea!

At least now it is a proper limerick that actually follows the rules and rhymes!

And secondly, I added a line to my diatribe from Friday, “a brief moment, lost”. As if I didn’t rant enough, there was one more thought left unsaid. You know how that goes, when the floodgates open and you finally unload everything you’ve been holding onto. Then when you walk away there is just one more thing…that “I wish I would had said” moment, but it’s too late. Well, that’s the beauty of the written word. You can edit it. So if you will, indulge me this final word, my “and another thing”. I’m including the context as well to give it full due…

…I have learned to look them
straight in the eyes, dare them to
objectify me, to present my own
ideas, and tell them it’s time
to make their own damn coffee…
and while they’re at it, bring me mine.

To say that the past several months have taken a toll would be an understatement. But much like the wonder years of being a “mother of 4 under the age of 4…how did I ever do it?”, and later a mother of 4 teenage daughters, I’m finding my stride as a full time official senior citizen, still working full time and now, caring for a spouse who is incapacitated from complications of a major emergency surgery in January. If nothing else I am a survivor. And much to my own surprise I still have plenty of spunk left in me. Life is such a gift! Through it all, I think I needed to be reminded of that.

A ReVerse Poem for Sunday, April 16, 2023

like a nightmare frozen in the sky
is it ghosts, god, or me I hear
how climactic
we dare not want
leaving no stained rock unturned
I’m just kidding (but you’re thinking I’m not)
I’m paying for the demons of your past
In waves she sweeps me off my feet
it’s on the internet
stirring up words, uninspired
let’s bring in the cows
They lied to us you know.
He made the kids laugh

~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. 

A ReVerse – 8 January 2023

It seemed a good time to assess the past several weeks of verse by crafting a ReVerse. I had every intention of doing a sevenling daily in the new year for January…then work, duty, and caregiving got in the way. Still, it is a good start to a new year, one of which I am optimistically hopeful. 

Even though 2023 promises to be a shitshow on the world’s stage. The inmates truly in charge of and running the place here in the US now, and elsewhere insanity is raging unchecked…unprovoked aggression and cruelty, war crimes, nuclear saber rattling by unhinged egomaniacs, lingering COVID. It’s a mess. But we are a resilient lot, we humans. And there is still, there is always a reason to be grateful for each second of breath, of life.

Take care of yourselves, be kind, don’t lose hope, embrace the moment. Peace to you.


A ReVerse - 8 January 2023

the trees will show me
a wise soul will surrender
in our hearts we know
the winds come
the sum of a life
wisdom to ponder
beauty in simplicity
anything but bleak
singed with loss, happy milestones, grief…
for all these beautiful years…decades
there's something in the air, conjuring the dawn in afterglow
was it barbarians at the gate caused Rome to fall, or complicity?

~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.