It’s been more than a minute since I crafted a ReVerse Poem…this one spans several weeks. But…I’m glad I waited. I love this look back, line by line capturing daily snapshots of what I was thinking at the time.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. First, the ReVerse Poem…then a a glimpse into the magnificent glimmers that have sustained me!
~kat
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A ReVerse Poem ~ Sunday, 14 December 2025
a snapshot in time
let me be a safe place for you but for a golden moment muted in cool gray a snapshot in time
i felt her presence pressing my soul breaking through the veil if I were to change she moves me unseen crystalline ice shards tap my bare skin barely capturing her magnificence, a faded photograph to anyone who sees, it’s clear, frost and lace sheltering in grace snow falls soft they don’t know they’re wild
we should not whisper oh so many times darkness fades away as promised, sure as dusk
~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. I use it here as a review of the past several weeks.
a deep, slow breath in when the end is clearly not clear before fading into dust it’s the dawn that rescues me where the edge looms ever close a glimpse of the heavens morning walks through the mist at dawn just a glimmer souls of trees laid bare and pure the sweetest of blossoms into a world turned gray
~kat
Things have been quite bizarre lately stateside. Sometimes I envy my friends and neighbors across the border or across the pond. But it seems no matter where a body lives, there are leaders who don’t care about the people they serve but rather, care only about staying in power and reaping the benefits. It’s not like this generation of humans is experiencing an anomaly. Selfish, cruel leaders have been with us since time began.
I have found that the only way to survive the wrath of horrible leaders and the current disturbing state of the world is to focus on what is most important. Fortunately the season is right on time. There are opportunities to share time with family and friends this time of year more than any other. Perfect! Because that is what is most important. The relationships we cherish. The world will eventually right the downward spiral we are currently experiencing. For now and until the end of 2025, I choose to cherish those who mean the most to me…and that includes myself.
Take care my friends. Much love, peace and glimmers to you.
a system that moves on from oops as the walls came tumbling down you’ve made it this far we don’t know what we don’t know naked in the snow on the cusp we’ll tip our warm cups for being different a call to surrender there is too much of it with nothing…to do
~kat
Sunday is typically thought of as the last day of the week-end. But I remember learning that Sunday was the first day of the week. Tomayto…tomato.
Night comes sooner now that we have “fallen back” from daylight savings time…as if daylight needed saving. I do appreciate the illusion of an extra hour of sleep based on the numbers on my digital clocks. I never seem to get enough sleep these days. But the animals are not having it. They know what time it is. And they don’t particularly care if Sunday or Monday is the first day of the week either…or if it’s Wednesday (do you sound out the syllables in your head when you write it? Wed-NES-day?)
We like to control things. We like to be in charge. We like to know what’s happening next, and those with the means will do anything to ensure things go the way they expect. The rest of us are along for the ride…and I just have to say, the ride of late is a blended monstrosity of the most stomach churning, terrifying, death defying amusement park rides…just a thought…it’s a roller-tilta-death-drop-anti-gravity-raging-lazy-river-bumper-swing-space tunnel-bungee-coaster. And for years I thought the hamster wheel was a tyrant.
On to Monday then…but first proper Sunday first day of the week. Rest up…you’re gonna need it. ready set go!
roots of grass in horror, the world sees our once great nation fall I was so hoping the pain, the cruelty, the hate… it’s hard to tell, to imagine the peril we're in there is no limit (to) the price I’d pay to send away a certain orange man with tiny hands, never trust a fool
~kat
Gentle Sunday to you. I’d like to imagine that we’ve seen the worst of it. That things will get better, but I know that’s wishful thinking on my part. Already the landscape and landmarks that chronicled the centuries old history of this nation have been irrevocably destroyed, dumped onto the dustheap of failed governments.
But we the people are still here. We’re not going away. Compassion, peace, respect, kindness and liberty are worth fighting for.
And finally…last week wasn’t a complete disaster. Just look at those glimmers!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
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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. I use it here as a review of the past week.
no one sleeps infused with light whispers of ancestors and we grow wise, midst a litany of if only’s and what if’s in the quiet hours of the night things that should be said doom scrolling mind control it starts with goosebumps people fear what they don’t know it’s not in my head peacemakers don’t deal in hate hovering close by, never alone light dancing with the wind We have weathered several seasons together. it’s voice, a soulful wailing sound sometimes I wonder who rescued who ‘twas once a great nation, but it’s now under siege
~kat
It was long past time for me to assemble lines from the last several weeks of poems, and write a ReVerse. Just so you know…almost a year into DT rule and I am not over it. The huge mistake silly self-absorbed people made when they unleashed hell on earth by giving the orange king a second go at destroying the country…and sadly, affecting our world neighbors as well. I have one question for these lemmings. Are you tired of winning yet? Because the rest of us are exhausted. We ended the week with a glimmer though. 7 million people took to the streets to say enough. We want our country back. It was a day of glimmers seven million strong.
There were several glimmers over the past few weeks that sustained me through the ups and downs of life. And today was no different. The annual show of Autumn leaves will be a limited engagement this year. The turning came late. It was just on the edge of spectacular, when the winds came through stripping the tree limbs. They say it’s because of an extended dry spell this fall.
Nature mimicking world events. I do hope the momentum and energy doesn’t fizzle out like the leaves this autumn. I do sense a change in the air. I’m holding on to that glimmer…and breathing.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.
~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. I use it here as a review of the past several weeks.
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