Author Archives: Kat Myrman

dogs & cats – a day in the life

the dog…aka Maxwell
the cat – aka Merlin
a day in the life

morning
the dog ...
-gotta pee, gotta pee, maybe a poop
-eat breakfast, yum yum yum
-must have a belly rub or two or three...don’t stop hooman, don’t stop!
-take a nap

the cat ...
-sit on hooman’s face to wake them up, or finish them off...
-on second thought, i need sustenance after the night i’ve had chasing bugs...
-let them live...for now
-eat breakfast
—watch birds outside from the window seat

afternoon
the dog ...
-gotta pee, gotta pee, maybe a poop
-have a treat, yum yum yum
-chase the cat
-bark at the delivery truck
-lick hooman’s face
-take a nap

the cat ...
-spend a few hours sunning
-check in on the hooman who needs to be reminded to take a break now that they work from home and NEVER LEAVE
-walk in front of the work screen
-type a secret message
-shred paper on the desk
-hack up a fur ball on the keyboard
-toss the so-called mouse on the floor
-disappear until dinner

evening
the dog ...
-gotta pee, gotta pee, maybe a poop
-lay on the kitchen floor under the hooman’s feet to supervise dinner making
-after one more pee and poop, eat a night night treat. yum yum yum
-snuggle up close with my hooman for a good sleep
i loves my hooman

the cat ...
-loudly remind hooman it’s dinner time
-sit on hooman’s head at tv time
-after lights out, guard the end of the bed from toe monsters under the covers
-wretch loudly several times during the night
-race up and down the hallway
-sing the song of the night
-watch hooman sleep
tomorrow hooman...tomorrow

~kat

Had some fun for today’s NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 9 Prompt: write a poem in the form of a “to-do list.” The fun of this prompt is to make it the “to-do list” of an unusual person or character. It’s not really a poem, but they say write what you know…


island retirement

Hart Island, NY, USA
island retirement

always wanted to retire on an island,
not exactly what i had in mind but
gotta give it to this place, if disappearing
is the goal, it fits the bill, it’s a bit
crowded and noisy, but the city gave me
my own four walls, a fine pine box actually,
kinda’ reminds me of my first apartment,
damn, but we were cramped in that place,
walls thin as paper, no room to move,
the family packed in like sardines,
like this place where they stack us
three deep...some of the locals say
this place has been around for 150 years,
there’s folks here from 1918, the Spanish
Flu, from that Aids Crisis, and Yellow
Fever, this place has some history,
more than a million souls rest here they say
and now me, plopped here like a time capsule
from 2020, from COVID-19, whose time ran
out, a day past two weeks sprung from the
morgue to make room for more folks
with no one to claim ‘em, not that i don’t
have nobody, my people, they live out
of state, and i didn’t tell ‘em i was sick,
didn’t want to worry ‘em, you know
humph, wonder how long it will take
‘em to miss me, maybe they’ll find me,
maybe not, doesn’t matter much now,
peace out as they say and hey, wear a mask

~kat
For NaPoWriMo2021 Day 8 Prompt: Today, I’d like to challenge you to read a few of the poems from Spoon River Anthology, and then write your own poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead. My subject is inspired by the Potter’s Field on Harts Island in NYC, now being used to bury the unclaimed victims of COVID-19. Read this NY Times article. 

yippee! it’s spring!

yippee! it’s spring!

when fleas make dogs itch
and pollen makes people sneeze
welcome to bloomin’ springtime

days of rain, incessant raining
spring is sprouting and i’m annoyed,
birdsong, bee-buzz, peepers, the noise
muddy mess, yes, i’m complaining
missing sleep from daylight saving
a favorite season for some folk
i’m not impressed and that’s no joke
wake me up when summer’s over
i’m averse to heat and clover
ignore me as i bloat and choke!

~kat

For Ronovan Writes Haiku (Prompt Words: Flea & Sneeze) and Décima (Prompt: NOISE in the B rhyme line) Challenges. 
Décima description: 10 lines, 8 syllable each, rhyme scheme: ABBAACCDDC OR two stanzas of ABBA/ACCDDC.

never you mind

Meme, courtesy of QuoteMaster.org
never you mind

do
tell
you seem
to know all,
everything and more
only your way is right, i know

but consider
if you will, other
ideas
opinions
you may learn something
or not...i forgot

your mind’s not open for business
is it that you fear
being wrong
or that
i’m
right

~kat

For today’s NaPoWriMo2021 Day 7 Challenge: pick from – the shadorma, and the Fib, a combo starting with a Fib followed by the Shadorma and ending with a Reverse Fib.

The shadorma is a six-line, 26-syllable poem (or a stanza – you can write a poem that is made of multiple shadorma stanzas). The syllable count by line is 3/5/3/3/7/5

The Fib is a six-line form. But now, the syllable count is based off the Fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8. You can link multiple Fibs together into a multi-stanza poem, or even start going backwards after your first six lines, with syllable counts of 8/5/3/2/1/1.

like shooting stars

like shooting stars

soft as a whisper,
her sweet perfume
lingering in the air,
tosses wisps of my hair,
like a comet, bright,
breathtaking, for a brief
moment as she flits by,
i tilt my head to catch
the sound of her laugh,
avert my eyes when
she glances my way,
she’ll never know how
my heart flutters
when she is near...
it’s for the best,
i tell myself,
i’m not her
type anyway

~kat


NaPoWriMo2021 Day 6 Challenge:

Go to a book you love. Find a short line that strikes you. Make that line the title of your poem. Write a poem inspired by the line. Then, after you’ve finished, change the title completely.

You may notice the resulting poem is nothing at all like the book or the inspiring line. That is the beautiful irony of taking words or statements out of context, don’t you think?! 😉
The book I chose, one of my all-time favorites…

Old Turtle
Text by Douglas Wood
Watercolors by Chen’s-Khee Chee
and the text:
“sometimes i feel her breath as she blows by”

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