Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 7 April 2019


Happy Sunday! Spring’s persistence is evident in the earthy aroma of rain-drenched sod, bulbs sprouting, birds chattering, squirrels scampering, and the subtle shift of the breeze from frigid to warm, tossing bud dappled trees. 

It’s National/Global Poetry Month. My usual micro-poetry dailies have been replaced by a variety of challenge responses. All this makes for an interesting ReVerse. Each line still represents the past week’s stream of consciousness, however with the added topical constraints imposed by the challenge. That is not to say you still can’t find me between the lines. This week, and for the rest of the month, you will get a glimpse into the me that rises to the challenge on any given day. It’s not forced. Just a different view. 

It is proof of my resilience. At least that’s what I’m claiming and clinging to. Because aside from my blog life, this past week posed a number of challenges that might have set me back had I not learned over the years to live in the moment. A close friend was hospitalized, my bank account was hacked by a cyber criminal wiping out my balance. I have spent hours on the phone with fraud units, police dispatch, venders, to clear my name, while keeping up with my friend’s ongoing serious health concerns, and narrowly averting a blown gasket in my van…and the subsequent repair that set me back several Ben Franklins (fortunately before my account was cleaned out).

Life. It goes on. I’m a survivor. I have this moment right now, writing to you on my laptop, my big slobbery mutt Maxwell cozied up next to me. It’s all good. And I have words…and more poetry to write.

Peace to you. Breathe in, breathe out. It’s moments like this…it’s moments like this…:)

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 7 April 2019

fluttering its delicate wings
from the ooze, greening,
to leave the nest, literally,
cadaverous, calm,
it evolved after humankind died
I could never bring myself to say it
every day is blurred
nothing to be alarmed about just yet, but
it’s been several years since they’ve been by
they’ll paint us crazy, dupes at best,
leaving others unmoved
regret, the past can’t own me


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.

6 responses to “Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 7 April 2019

  • Peter's pondering

    Sorry to hear about the hacker. They really ought to be suspended by the most painful bit of body we can find and left to be pilloried for a month or two. Not that I bear any ill will towards them you understand, I am thinking of their moral and social wellbeing!

    Am I supposed to be able to see 2 personages in the header picture? I can see Jesus the right way up and an alien upside down. Is it a miracle or are my eyes deteriorating again?

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    • Kat Myrman

      You had me looking closely at the header Peter. It is not intentional, the images you’re seeing. You are the first person to bring it to my attention. Interesting. As far as the thief goes, I’m pressing charges…mostly to save someone else from the same trouble. I am told it is rampant these days, this sort of thing. Crazy world.

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  • Ennle Madresan

    Oh gosh, what a week you’ve had indeed! Terribly sorry to hear about the hacking–how frightening; and your friend–sending up prayers for healing. You are a fine example to encourage us all, resilient survivor thriving with wonderful lovely words to share ❤

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  • willowdot21

    I do love you poem Kat. It is amazing that you can still write so beautifully when you have such uproar in your life. I hope your friend will be better soon and I hope the cyber no mark gets what’s coming to him. If not the law then. Life Karma ! Sending hugs. 💜💜💜

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