Monthly Archives: February 2025

February 28, 2025

day 59 ~ exploring the cleave

it’s okay…I’m ok…everything’s okay

it will be okay | there will be collateral 
the morning sun is bright | shine a light
the sky is blue | expose the lies
the birds are singing | people will perish
wake up, stretch | as they flex their hatred
take a walk amidst the trees | and burn things down
deep breath…deep breath | don’t exhale 
embrace sweet routine | as chaos churns
a day like every other | unprecedented cruelty and power
work, play, rest, repeat | their malevolent goal
here in our bubbles | no one is safe
clinging to normal | democracy is dying
make bread | those starving for justice
sip sweet tea | long for peace
dawn to dusk | dusk to darkness
as the world spins | the sky is falling

~kat~

It’s been more than a minute since I tried my hand at a Cleave Poem. Described as three poems in one it is written in two contrasting side by side columns also designed to be read fully, line by line across both columns. What you see above is the total view. But I’m going to break it down for you below as well…three poems in one. Truly a format fitting for times such as this. Cling to every glimmer you can muster. It’s not being delusional…it is survival!

Cleave poem breakdown part 1:

it’s okay…

it will be okay

the morning sun is bright

the sky is blue

the birds are singing

wake up, stretch

take a walk amidst the trees

deep breath…deep breath

embrace sweet routine

a day like every other

work, play, rest, repeat

here in our bubbles

clinging to normal

make bread

sip sweet tea

dawn to dusk

as the world spins

Cleave poem breakdown part 2:

I’m ok…?

there will be collateral

shine a light

expose the lies

people will perish

as they flex their hatred

and burn things down

don’t exhale

as chaos churns

unprecedented cruelty and power

their malevolent goal

no one is safe

democracy is dying

those starving for justice

long for peace

dusk to darkness

the sky is falling

And now jump back to the top and read the entire poem line by line…3 very different poems in one.

Peace, love, and glimmers to you…be kindness and hope for someone today. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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February 27, 2025

day 58 ~ new moon in Pisces

By Kat Myrman

So…tonight is a new moon. In Pisces specifically…my moon sign…and to my surprise, (why am I surprised) this little nudge popped up in my Facebook feed inviting me to participate in a “then and now” challenge. Here’s what I posted…

then…and now

a generation
only lasts a short lifetime
dreams of youth pending

~kat

…love, peace, and glimmers to you, in authenticity and truth always and all ways…

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February 26, 2025

day 57

By Kat Myrman

finding the perfect ending 

I’m long past the old standard, sincerely 
sincerely yours is dated, flat, 
for a time i’d settled on best wishes 
then best regards, after all I supposed
they mean the same thing,
though nuanced variations can shift 
sentiments however slightly
kind or warm regards…not feeling it
a simple regards or best…a bit lazy
all the best, is a bit too much, rather subjective…whose best or what best
best in any variation is awkward at best 
it does not convey warmth or cordiality 
it’s a quandary I’ve wrestled with
how to end a general business email note
Respectfully, Faithfully, Yours truly,
or Truly yours imply too much warmth, 
a bit too intimate for my taste…*sigh*
thank goodness for electronic signatures 
all business, no parting sentiment needed
simply a pre-formatted formal 
name, title, and contact details
only my truest, dearest friends know me as Kat
kind, warm, best, and true goes without saying

~kat

Random thoughts for today. This is the sort of thing that keeps me up at night. Silly me. Writing about it gets it out of my head and settles things once and for all.

The truth is, it doesn’t matter. And finally realizing that glimmer of truth is one more step toward liberation. Many of us start our adult life believing that so many things matter. But as we get older, and hopefully wiser, we realize that the only things that really matter are love, authenticity, and truth. This little exercise of random thinking out loud this has made me feel lighter and brighter. ✨😊✨

Peace, love, and glimmers to you. (No sincerely needed)

~kat

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February 25, 2025

day 56

By Kat Myrman

bff (best furry friend)

such a good listener
I can tell her anything
my secret keeper

~kat

My little dog, Gabby is always close by. She watches me intently, listens to my every word. And I often wonder what she must be thinking as I babble on and on. She sees my happy, sad, crazy side and follows me around like my shadow. She is my resident glimmer. We don’t deserve dogs. They are the perfect example of unconditional acceptance and love. May we all experience this perfect love at least once in our life.

Peace, puppy love and glimmers to you.

~kat

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February 24, 2025

day 55

By Kat Myrman

Meanwhile…the world…and I digress…

no bliss 

oh to be
blissfully
unaware
simply
concerned
about the price 
of eggs
of a promise 
made
delayed
day one come
and gone
blame it on
the guy before
ignore
the elephant
in the room
too soon? 
or too late
to participate 
in this experiment 
called democracy
as hell freezes over
and the world burns
when will we learn
history repeats itself
history repeats itself

~kat