Author Archives: Kat Myrman

Ode to a Few Books – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 1

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Ode to a Few Books

There is nothing quite like a book,
hardback, leather or paperbound,
piled high wherever I look,
authors obscure and some, renowned.

Words on fine parchment, glossy, matte,
dog-eared pages to keep my place;
a cup of tea, a purring cat,
a book or two’s, my happy place.

Cases filled to overflowing,
floor to ceiling and wall to wall,
my collection’s ever-growing;
I need more shelves to store them all.

I’ve been told it’s an addiction.
The “h” word, hoarder, has been used.
Tomes of poetry and fiction,
my only vice should be excused.

Every volume is a treasure.
I can’t part with a single one.
Spare me this incessant pressure,
bury them with me when I’m gone!

~kat
Day 1 of NaPoWriMo 2018’s Challenge. Prompt: To write a poem that is based on a secret shame or a secret pleasure.

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Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 1 April 2018


My, my, but I was busy this past week. Spring is in the air and I am positively thrilled with, and inspired by, the sights, sounds and sweet scent of life in bloom!

Today is Easter Day for some as well as April 1st, a day to fool or be fooled. The sun rose this morning in the afterglow of this year’s second full, blue moon. Today a good day…a very good day to be alive. The air is electric; charged with new life. Even grey skies and April showers cannot dampen my joie de vivre! So…Happy Day of Celebration then…whatever the holiday! Have dessert before dinner, nap as long as you please, laugh until your sides ache…breathe…it is ever so good to be!

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 1 April 2018

shadows long, sun shaded,
sweet petal spray
maybe next time
we’ll miss cold come summer
where infinity and magic
restless sleep, pale moonlight
perched above in mourning
we got along just fine, I think.
everything would work out for the best
play for pay
spring’s fragrant, first breath
azure splashed, dappled grey,
ink collecting in the creases….
what secrets linger
sunrise sunset
we swoon, like sea tides do
rush toward the flame | i embrace it like a fool
it is life, running over, raw honey on my tongue
sometimes I think I can hear you thinking

~kat

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.


A Proper Florescence #1 – Take 2

amidst the fescue seas
a pair of blooming trees
hint of spice on the breeze, birds in tryst

~kat

I absolutely mangled my first go at this new form by Jane Dougherty, the Florescence, by completely overlooking the final rhyme. As promised, my do-over. A little more “spicy” than the first, which I like very much! Amazing what comes of following the rules! 😉


Florescence #1

amidst the fescue seas
a pair of blooming trees
hint of spice on the breeze, birds trilling

~kat

A new form, the Florescence, courtesy of its creator, Jane Dougherty. Day one of this delightful form!


Dearest Maxwell – NaPoWriMo 2018


A silly Triolet for NaPoWriMo’s early bird prompt: to write a poem in the form of a love letter. The object of my affection is pictured below, but don’t peak until after you read my poem! 😉

Dear, Sweet Maxwell,

What thoughts rattle in that big head of yours?
Sometimes I think I can hear you thinking,
voice like a whisper; that’s crazy, of course.
What thoughts rattle in that big head of yours?
Well, chatty you’re not, but I could do worse.
You’re a real charmer, happy tail wagging.
What thoughts rattle in that big head of yours?
Sometimes I think I can hear you thinking.

I Love You My Maxi-Poo,
Mama Kat