Monthly Archives: November 2017

November 25, 2017

let me linger

By Kat Myrman

‘And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.’
—W.B. Yeats

let me linger

let the dawn burn into day
I am content here; let me stay
sunlight streams across my bed
my old cat purring near my head
I don’t have anywhere to be
the birds have come to sing for me
I don’t have anywhere to be
my old cat purring near my head
I am content here; let me stay
sunlight streams across my bed
let the dawn burn into day

~kat

Playing with a twisted round for Jane Dougherty’s ‘A Month With Yeats’ – Day Twenty-Five Poetry Challenge inspired by the verse above from Yeats’ poem, ‘Song of Wandering Aengus’. It’s been a sleepy day.

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November 25, 2017

Magnetic Poetry Saturday

By Kat Myrman

it is their lies that
are most repulsive…
and watching others
grow drunk from this
drooling drivel
makes me want
to heave

if only I had let myself
linger a bit longer, my lips
drinking in every dazzling
inch, for I am haunted by
things I can’t remember

my favorite moments
are the times I
remember to
trust the voice
of my inner child

souls like roots need
seasons of quiet…the
beautiful dark, deep of
the in between

~kat

Magnetic Poetry

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November 24, 2017

Pennyworth – Friday’s Word of the Day

By Kat Myrman

So, today is Black Friday in the U.S. I try to avoid going out at the crack of dawn with thousands of crazed shoppers who have been known to fight over the ‘last one left’ of the latest, greatest widget of the day. I don’t need anything that dearly.

But that’s where Dictionary.com’s Word of the Day comes in. It is Pennyworth. And it means pretty much what it sounds like it does: ‘as much as can be bought for a penny’. It also a means: ‘a bargain, a small amount’, and my personal favorite, ‘a person’s contribution to a conversation, especially one that is unwelcome’. It originated ‘before the year 1000; Middle English penyworth, Old English penigweorth’.

It’s a pretty basic word. I couldn’t find much about it to write home about, but there was one thing that caught my eye. Did you know that Batman’s Butler, Alfred’s full name is, Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth? I did not. So now we can add this new information to our “Things Every Self-Respecting Nerd Needs to Know” Bucket.

Hope you have a great weekend! Here’s a Haiku.

pennyworth seekers
rise before dawn to mingle
with the early birds

~kat

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November 24, 2017

Familial Lunacy

By Kat Myrman

‘We know their dream; enough To know they dreamed and are dead; ‘ —W.B. Yeats ‘

Familial Lunacy

their memories are like ashes
batty-brained ancestors, insane,
with progeny, who bear the stain
unwittingly, their singed remains
poison surging through red hot veins
manic peaks plunging in crashes

they can’t hide their damaged breeding
twisted helixes flexed in rage
bleeding ink blots on each page
pills and therapy can’t assuage
what is passed down from age to age
maddening, this inner seething

it is a wretched legacy
leering from mirrored reflections
souls trapped in predisposition
despite every well-intentioned
surrender to intervention
crazy is, as it does…crazy

~kat

Today’s quote is from ‘Easter, 1916’ for Jane Dougherty’s ‘A Month With Yeats’ – Day Twenty-Four. The painting above is entitled ‘All Is Vanity” by C. Allan Gilbert. (1892)

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November 23, 2017

Spring’s Awakening

By Kat Myrman

‘…your hair was bound and wound
About the stars and moon and sun:’
—W.B. Yeats

Spring’s Awakening

It’s only a matter of time before
the sky’s pristine cerulean darkens,
taunting her with its starry glimmering,
Luna’s empty crescent cup dangling.
Her limbs, once verdant lush, now bristle,
against the sweeping gale of frigid breath,
rendering her naked in the whirlwind,
to face her wintering season alone.
Does she not remember Spring is coming
as it has before, time and time again?
Soon she’ll sense the hopeful aspirations
of bursting buds now dormant ‘neath her skin.

~kat

I had taken a photograph of a tree this morning before I read today’s challenge verse. “Her hair”, the tree’s bare limbs barren against the blue. I thought, even when things are growing dark, even when we think everything is coming to an end, there is always something new waiting in the wings. Even in death.

A poem about my tree then for Jane Dougherty’s Day Twenty-Three of ‘A Month With Yeats’ inspired as well, by Yeats’ poem,‘He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead’.

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