August 12, 2022

heart shift

By Kat Myrman
Merlin invading space! ❤️
heart shift

even the tiniest of souls,
when they leave a space,
may impart a void so deep
and wide; though we may
try to fill it with memories, 
stories long forgotten that
manifest, consuming our 
thoughts, spilling out like balm 
to comfort us in the emptiness,
that strange hush of one less
heartbeat, one less breath, 
one less voice to fill the 
hollow air surrounding us,
even the tiniest of souls, 
once having touched our
hearts, never cease moving 
us, though their physical 
presence may dim, never 
to return, it is then we realize
that they will never truly be 
gone, because they became 
a part of us, oh so very long 
ago, and the emptiness we 
feel is our own heart skipping 
a beat, adjusting to the shift 
that fondness of heart, and great 
love in absentia, knows so well,
the bitter and the sweet

~kat

Taking a moment to wrap myself in grief over the loss of our very senior 21 year old gentleman cat, Merlin…may he rest in peace. Merlin 2001-2022

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August 5, 2022

not nearly enough

By Kat Myrman 
not nearly enough

i have been lulled by the serene,
by cloud dappled cerulean, and green
by the scent of honeysuckle, fresh
cut blades of grass, by rose petals 
stretched open wide, drenched in dew
by birdsong at dawn, crickets and
peepers at dusk, the sun and the moon
chasing each other day to night, 
the stars granting wishes
before fading from sight…she is 
a beguiling mistress, nature,
it’s easy to forget she has a dark 
side; a cycle of life, daunting 
for those low on the food chain… 
usually efficient, she sends  
the buzzards to remove remnants 
of untimely death from the forest floor
usually, but not today as i happened 
upon a tiny shank of fresh meat, 
fur still clinging to exposed bone, 
undeniably of rabbit, nestled 
in pressed down clover, beautiful 
green, the sun shining, a soft,
fragrant breeze rustling the leaves
and all i could think was how grateful 
i was not to have witnessed 
the brutal carnage that happened 
here under the trees, my heart 
breaking for that poor creature,
emotions flooding my soul, heart
breaking for all manner of suffering
as the world grows darker by the day
remnants of untimely carnage left
in the open forcing us to see, no 
longer kept hidden behind closed 
doors or in the shadows, life is not 
all rainbows and butterflies
and there are not enough buzzards,
what magnificent creatures they are, 
to sweep away the bloody mess 
we’ve made of things, not nearly enough

~kat
As luck would have it, it was raining when i recorded this melancholy poem… or maybe it has nothing to do with luck. 😉

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July 24, 2022

what matters – live

By Kat Myrman

As requested by my dear friend Peter, i give you the recited version of yesterday’s poem. It took me a dozen or so takes, not that I’m a perfectionist, but to successfully get through from beginning to end without a hiccup, tongue-twist, mangled word, or brain freeze. And I might add, the quietest place in my world is outside. This bright sunny morning, you will hear that I competed for air time with a field of lusty cicadas. Welcome to my world! I hope you like it.

And Peter, I could not live with myself if I were the reason you were losing sleep! Rest well my friend and thank you for tapping on this old turtle’s shell and inviting me to come out!

…and here is the text in case you’d like to follow along…

what matters

it matters not when life begins 
or ends; it is the in between
the crooked path, the highs, the lows 
as most lives go, pendulums swing
and we obsess in the extremes
but that’s not where the rubber
hits the road, i’m told, steady 
as she goes, the wise have said,
don’t lose your head, don’t sweat
the insignificant, but who’s to say
what matters most at end of day
if truth be told, if truth exists
the rights, the wrongs the 
reasons why we fight and fret 
and lean toward right or left, 
it is the middle, we forget, 
where time is present, 
neither here nor there, 
where god, if god exists, is love,
is everywhere, where grace 
flows freely, despite who, 
what, why, or where you’ve been,
can we just close our eyes, pretend
it matters not the second life 
begins or ends, it is, as it has 
always been, the in between

~kat

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July 23, 2022

what matters

By Kat Myrman 
what matters

it matters not when life begins 
or ends; it is the in between
the crooked path, the highs, the lows 
as most lives go, pendulums swing
and we obsess in the extremes
but that’s not where the rubber
hits the road, i’m told, steady 
as she goes, the wise have said,
don’t lose your head, don’t sweat
the insignificant, but who’s to say
what matters most at end of day
if truth be told, if truth exists
the rights, the wrongs the 
reasons why we fight and fret 
and lean toward right or left, 
it is the middle, we forget, 
where time is present, 
neither here nor there, 
where god, if god exists, is love,
is everywhere, where grace 
flows freely, despite who, 
what, why, or where you’ve been,
can we just close our eyes, pretend
it matters not the second life 
begins or ends, it is, as it has 
always been, the in between

~kat

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July 17, 2022

crone maple

By Kat Myrman 
crone maple

she is a crone, yon maple tree
her sweetness long run dry
her core laid bare, exposed,
she stands tall, deeply rooted
having weathered many a storm,
seasonal extremes, drought
and deluge, through it all she
greens, her leaves a celebration 
of resilience, audacity, of life..
a marvel, casting shade to cool
and sturdy limbs for nesters, 
a wonder, though onlookers
might surmise her useless, her
scarred exterior as evidence, they
underestimate her power and
the fire that courses through 
her veins…underestimated to 
the peril of small minds who’ve 
forgotten that their shallow roots 
mingle with hers in the hollows

~kat

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