Author Archives: Kat Myrman

orderly implosion

orderly implosions

i can’t help myself, it’s an obsession, yes, i know
it’s compulsive, my behavior; sometimes I wonder why
i need perfection, order in my life for all to see
alphabetized, categorized, everything in perfect rows
cds, movies, books, the cupboard, artwork on the walls
pillows on the sofa, angled corners, set just so
it makes me feel safe when things around me are in place
but some would say it’s crazy, that it’s really all for show
especially when I know that I’m a mess, I can’t deny
i need perfection, order in my life for all to see
order, managed chaos softs the blow if I implode

~kat


Magic 11 poem – my variation on the Magic 9 poem, a 9-line poem that doesn’t have any rules as far as meter or subject matter–just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba. Enter the Magic 11 abracadabra poem with the r’s intact, placeholders for a refrain. Rhyme scheme: abRacadabRa. (R for the refrain).


normal

normal

it’s a distant memory now, how it was back then
when winning was all that mattered; that, and being right
we called it normal; normal? it was anything but that,
the whole world was divided, oh I remember when
the walls between us widened, fueled by fear and hate,
opinions were closely guarded, so as not to offend
the tender ears of faithless fools and blind-eyed sycophants,
with loyalties divided, we lost family and friends
who’d have thought a virus would make us see the light
we called it normal; normal? it was anything but that
it took a tragedy for our broken hearts to mend

~kat


Magic 11 poem – my variation on the Magic 9 poem, a 9-line poem that doesn’t have any rules as far as meter or subject matter–just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba. Enter the Magic 11 abracadabra poem with the r’s intact, placeholders for a refrain. Rhyme scheme: abRacadabRa. (R for the refrain).


day dreaming

I rise amidst a sea of green
dawn emerging through the trees
a gentle breeze, leaves a-flutter
my sleepy eyes take in the scene
sunlight sparking like diamonds
mornings here are so serene
the happy sound of birds a-chatter
night to day, the in between
a place to pause, to deeply breathe
a gentle breeze, leaves a flutter
oh to linger here a while, to dream

~kat


Magic 11 poem – my variation on the Magic 9 poem, a 9-line poem that doesn’t have any rules as far as meter or subject matter–just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba. Enter the Magic 11 abracadabra poem with the r’s intact, placeholders for a refrain. Rhyme scheme: abRacadabRa. (R for the refrain).


remembering the cure

when we reflect on how it was
years from now when we are safe
will we remember kindness flowed
it is my hope we do, because
we learned a precious lesson then
when nature had her way with us
our differences tossed to the wind
ashes to the ashes, dust to dust
when sorrow gripped the human race
will we remember kindness flowed
when souls were cured through acts of love

~kat


Magic 11 poem – my variation on the Magic 9 poem, a 9-line poem that doesn’t have any rules as far as meter or subject matter–just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba. Enter the Magic 11 abracadabra poem with the r’s intact, placeholders for a refrain. Rhyme scheme: abRacadabRa. (R for the refrain).


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 3 May 2020

When I was researching yesterday’s poem I learned a thing or two about passerines. (AKA: perching birds or songbirds. Passerines are distinguished from other orders of birds by the arrangement of their toes (three pointing forward and one back), which facilitates perching.) That robust singing you hear at dawn, especially in spring, and sometimes well before dawn, is produced with great effort and prowess by the males only. These lusty gents sing to let the world know that they survived another night, to establish their territory, and ultimately to woo a mate. I never knew that. Now you do too!

But what does that have to do with this morning’s ReVerse. It’s simple…simply this..every morning, if we are fortunate enough to see another day, we should do as the passerines do. Breathe deeply and sing heartily, “I made it through another night, I am here, let’s get on with living life!”

Normally, in addition to choosing lines from the week’s poems, I choose a favorite graphic as well. Today you get an original snapshot! I could not ignore the magnificent show this morning as the sun crested the mountain just outside my window. The sun seemed to be echoing the message of today’s ReVerse. “You made it through another night, you are here…get on with living life!”

These days when the days meld into weeks, into months it’s a good thing to pause as the sun is rising, to breathe, to embrace the moment, or better yet, let the moment embrace you, before heading off to do whatever it is you do, holding the memory of dawn to reflect upon throughout the day when the hours blur. It is good to pause to remember you survived another dark night and you are here. Celebrate it!


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 3 May 2020

scent of blossoms on the breeze
pleasures stolen now and then,
won’t send a soul to hell
golden sunlight streaming
you have nothing to fear
the world stopped spinning,
life stopped living
imagine it with me
dawn’s first light, a symphony

~kat


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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.