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July 29, 2018

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 29 July 2018

By Kat Myrman

I love this week’s ReVerse! I had set for myself a daunting challenge: to write a trio of terza rima stanzas exploring things that slip between the cracks, which of course, they don’t really do, because the cracks

ARE the in between abysses where we lose things. Cracks between the cracks, as it were. That is to say nothing is truly lost to us if we are paying attention.

And pay attention I did this week, to the ‘nth degree. Rather than being exhausting, it was inspiring. A prime for the old pump. I even managed to tackle all my favorite challenges this week, save my own “word of the day” musings. To be honest, the words of the day have been at best, meh, lately, so I’ve given it a rest. This week’s word was punnet, a small container or basket for strawberries or other fruit. Um, so ok. Now you know. Not much more to say about that. 😉

But back to today’s ReVerse! Did I happen to mention how pleased I am with it? Of all the words I wrote this week, these lines are some of my favorites. They play nicely together, don’t you think? Wouldn’t it be lovely if we could all do a reverse and together, get along? Yes, wouldn’t that be lovely.

Have a great week. There are only three more days of Terza Romas to explore…hmmmm, three. Hold that thought. See you on the flip!

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 29 July 2018

remembering when that tree was still green
in the beginning…us, I remember
with you, I would go
no one will remember your words
a swift swing of a bat rendered them headless.
there’s still life left in what some throw away
for these days pennies don’t amount to much
slow turns the screw ‘til truth cannot exist
lounging in streams of sunlit bliss
which makes me wonder
precious treasures overlooked, throngs unfazed,
fair-haired ladies in waiting,
in these trying times
“How much farther?”
“Is that a thing?
between, in darkened cracks where stuff falls through
forever, when they’re botched.
i never wanted to
i live for the sweet
the sun shining too bright
blue, red crush, misting

~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.

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July 22, 2018

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 22 July 2018

By Kat Myrman

What is there to say about this past week on the world front? I chose not to go there in verse…at least I tried. But how could I not watch with horror, the train wreck happening and treasonous actions of our president…yes I said it…treason. How else can one view his willingness to hand over US government officials, who Putin disdains for apparently playing a role in Russian sanctions, to be interrogated by Putin’s thugs.

Whether Trump “would” or “wouldn’t”, it was clear from Putin’s puffed chest, command of the event, and evil smirk during their press conference, that he had strong armed trump in their two hour tête-à-tête. Trump belongs to Putin. We suspected as much. It was confirmed this past week on the world stage. And lest we forget, young children still remain prisoners in black government sites and un-vetted foster homes across the country while their parents rely on the mercy of strangers to untangle them from red tape. Fortunately, I didn’t go there this week!

No, rather than writing about headlines, I decided I would focus on finding Merak. And I like to think I did find glimmers of Merak each day. Boy did we ever need it this week. It ain’t easy being woke. And that said, my daily Terza Rima this week will slip between the cracks to see what we find. It will take some diligence to find a thing overlooked a day. Today’s was easy…and sets the stage for the rest of the week. I pass by the empty house in the photograph on my walk every day. Even the tree in the front could not sustain life once its owner passed away.

Sometimes it’s not the things that happen on the world stage that matter the most, but rather the tiny shifts behind shuttered doors that cause the earth to quake.

Have a great week. I’m off to discover the overlooked and forgotten…

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 22 July 2018

to fly above the earth, a bird’s eye view…
with my feet, deeply rooted like a tree
i probably shouldn’t be
we whisper in the shadows,
come out
with grace to bend when tempests storm the night
a rhapsody of words
stardust and sinew meld beneath my skin
cicadas’ shrill diminuendoes troll
the sun rises here too
amaranth tendrils pierce through lace-trimmed trees
but looks can be deceiving
threading the needle
it helps to be woke
at long last, i am flying on moonbeams
like fingers of light
they never listened

~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.

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July 15, 2018

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 15 July 2018

By Kat Myrman

If you followed me this past week, today’s ReVerse might surprise you. There was an onslaught of madness on the world stage as featured in my daily Terza Rima poetry series, “Headlines”. Oh, you’ll see glimpses of the insanity captured in this week’s compilation, but in the middle of it all, glimmers of light.

Call me crazy, but I still believe that the truth will set us free, that the light will quash the darkness, that love will win over hate, and that there is joy to be found in the midst of sadness. It is life in all its beautiful, messy glory. And the best part is that I get to share it with you, here through my words in blog-land, and with my family and friends in this corner of the world that I call home. This good is not lost to me even when the world erupts in lunacy…even when I pen my angst and frustration…there is a realization that I am not alone. And there is an astonishing freedom in finding affinity with others who see the world in a similar light. Freedom from those who don’t. As Bernard M. Baruch so perfectly said…”Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.”

I’m moving past headlines for my daily Terza Rima series. “Finding Merak” is what I’ll be focusing on. It’s no use speculating what conversations will be had during the love fest behind closed doors this Monday by “PutRump”. We’ll never know the truth. But one thing I do know, the truth will come to light eventually. It always does.

I noticed that both last week’s and this week’s ReVerse end in symphonies. I must be hearing music…I’m crazy that way. Have a great week.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 15 July 2018

valued in unequal measure, mothers weep
long dead at their own hand, the burned stand ground
i choose love
the wild path where roses bloom
“they” were among us
jesters entertaining kleptocracy
there exist paragons
referencing days past as old
crazed cicadas wail
while allies deal with Vlad’s dim protege
just for sport, midst chaos, a diversion,
would you like me to set you free?
I just have to ask, do you believe in miracles
as talking heads explode in fake news rooms
in trumpian frenzy…kangaroo court
but ‘all of this is fake’ they’ll say, so sad…
like a symphony of crushed light

~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.

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July 8, 2018

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 8 July 2018

By Kat Myrman

Well Happy Sunday. At least I hope yours is happy. The world has been quite dramatic. So many lives are hanging in the balance. There was a small victory for detained children at the US border (or wherever they are now….seems our Government has lost a few hundred of them). The courts found in their favor, ordering the Feds to reunite all the families within 30 days, 14 days for ‘tender-aged children. The government is already asking for an extension. Are you surprised? I’m not.

Meanwhile, football lovers the world over anticipate the final battles between teams that have risen to the top in their quest for the World Cup.

And then there are the young Thai players trapped from a spelunking excursion gone wrong, who have begun the treacherous journey from the wet bowels a mountain while the world watches and waits for good news…and monsoon rains loom. And speaking of hanging in the balance the US holds their breath while Trump tries to fast track the installment of his second narrow-minded pick for the Supreme Court; a selection sure to set the progressive course of this nation back 70 years or more.

World weather is hot, very hot and stormy. And the Brits can expect a visit from our not so great leader in the coming week. Please keep him, will you? We need a break from the maddening dissolution of our union. But I can tell you my British friends, we should not accept anything of substance from this meeting where one of the parties is not in their right mind. We’re already seeing the fallout from the Trump-Kim Summit. Full denuclearization you say? The terms were obviously spun in the translation. And then there is Vlad waiting in the wings to commiserate with his loyal puppet, our Colluder-in-Chief, post NATO. You just can’t make this shit up. Not even in our wildest imaginations does any of this feel real. But it is.

And if this all reads a bit like headlines, I can assure you, some of these sound bites are tearing my heart in two. Maybe I thought listing a few of the major events, in a matter-of-fact fashion, might take the sting away. It doesn’t.

At any rate it was a busy week, more busy-ness to come. If today’s reverse seems a bit disjointed, I suppose it’s understandable. The heat is on. Boy, is it ever! Because so much is happening I’m taking on headlines for my daily Terza Rima Poetry Challenge this week. See you next Sunday. Peace to you on your journey.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 8 July 2018

the foundlings were lost
waves rising from pavement, hot, smelling of oil
in sweltering shaded hollows, creatures keep
darkness, softly creeping
into an ocean spilling over…
odd ducks in a row
raindrops suspended
rush of rain drops plopping, puddles deep
there was a broken link in the chain.
stale air swirls in darkening rooms
they sought freedom / a better life
seconds to minutes the hours tic slow
“thank you for your service…”
cold front a-brewing, thunder rumbling low
the goal…not dying
alchemy of blue and yellow
prisoners of shade, at long last, set free
season of blossoms
as if it’s not wasted
devoured by the day
madness, a symphony

~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.

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July 1, 2018

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 1 July 2018

By Kat Myrman

I’ve stopped saying, “things can’t get any worse,” because invariably they do, and did again this week. (I won’t bore you with the details. You know.) It means, of course, that we haven’t hit rock bottom. Not yet. And that’s a sobering, terrifying thought. The world has gone mad. It feels like we’re all passengers on a runaway train heading for a wall and there is nothing we can do to stop it. It makes me wonder if things really have to get worse before they get better, or if the night really is darkest before the dawn. Stupid platitudes…

Sometimes I think, “I’m in no hurry for the dawn. I’m perfectly fine pulling the covers up to my neck, and sleeping through that dark dawn phase. Wake me up when it’s over,” as they say. It’s no fun pulling an all nighter sober. And waking up to meet the dawn is a scary prospect. Who knows what the hell we will find when the consequences of our lunacy are revealed in the light of day.

And yet…I know you were waiting for that “and yet”. Well, I got nothing this week. There is no “and yet” this week in retrospect to tide us over until it’s over.

All I can offer you in the midst of this chaos is a hint into how I’m managing with a plug for living in the moment and remembering to breathe. Both are important elements of survival. It’s all we have; a fragile lifeline holding us while everything crumbles into oblivion around us.

I can tell you I had moments this past week. A smile from a stranger, lemon merengue pie, a glimpse of the full moon in all her glory, getting to know our new puppy, fireflies, today’s ReVerse. That’s how I do it folks. I suspect that’s how we all manage to get through each day. And that other thing? Breathing? Be sure you take a moment to give breathing your all. Close your eyes and just do it. You won’t regret it. The dawn will wait for you to exhale.

Peace y’all. Peace.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 1 July 2018

crystalline stillness,
everything I can’t remember
not scheduled
how bitter the blow
daylight slips away
Death coming to call
ground a muddy mess
bird on cable line
a pittance for lauds
with a few lyrics yet to write
from sleepless tides of lunacy
the wind feeds not our bellies but our souls
who will keep them safe
sometimes we must reach,
justice cannot come
from atop his lush throne
in the beginning
dew diamonds misting
garden, honey drunk,
still, they danced
never fading…

~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.

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