Author Archives: Kat Myrman

Sprint of the Lemmings – A Cautionary Tale

The running began quite benignly, I heard, starting with one, then two, then more and more, no end in sight, no one knew why or what for, but on they surged.

The first eventually plummeted into the sea, followed by the others, one by one they disappeared into the blue, never again to be seen.

The moral of this sad tale is simply this, if you see a crowd running willy nilly, stay put…or consider running the other way, for it is wise to know, at the very least, what you’re running from; the crowd does not always know the way.

The End

~kat – 24 June 2016

A three line tale for Sonya of Only 100 Words weekly challenge based on the photo above (and certain disturbing  news of the day).


Endsville ~ Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

Is it Friday already? Actually I had hoped it was Friday days ago! It’s been a long week! But here we are with the calendar finally matching the day. And of course it is time again to peek at dictionary.com for today’s word of the day. Endsville. At first glance it sounds like no place I would like to be.

The entomology and definition of this word in cyberspace is quite scarce, which might make one think that it is a made up word…but then, aren’t all words made up by someone somewhere?

Here’s dictionary.com’s definition:

1. (sometimes lowercase) Slang. most wonderful or exciting: a rock band that was regarded as Endsville in the late fifties.

2. (sometimes lowercase) Slang. (of a location, circumstance, etc.) most isolated or undesirable.

Origin of Endsville


Endsville is an extension of the slang expression the end, meaning “the ultimate; the utmost of good or bad.” It entered English in the 1950s.

At any rate, my google search did reveal that endsville is the name of a rock band from the 1950’s, a movie, a poem, a sculpture, the title of a series of stories and a fictional place, as well as being an adjective. If I were going to make a word up, I think I might like it to mean a variety of things. How versatile this silly slang word is! Which of course calls for a silly haiku! 

Endsville ..The Haiku

To be the be all
or the endsville of a thing
lean toward the extreme!


kat ~ 24 June 2016


Take Heart


I rarely pull out my fancy camera anymore, since I always have my camera phone with me. Over the years I have taken many full moon shots later enhancing them to pick up on the aura of the moonglow  since my camera does not afford me the crisp view of the moon man’s face. 

I happened to catch the Strawberry Moon this month and did my usual digital renderings which, to my delight, revealed a heart-shaped moon! Some of you may know I love to find things heart-shaped…rocks, leaves, trees…so I thought nothing of it until a friend shared her own photo of the moon mentioning that it looked heart-shaped. Coincidence? 

Of course I mulled this thought around a bit…(you are now entering the twilight zone of my pinging brain…fair warning…😊) …we all know that the moon reflects what it sees. From our vantage point in the world things are pretty chaotic, scary and dark. But based on the moon’s reflection I can’t help but imagine that despite our calamitous state there is a strong undercurrent of love permeating the planet. So strong that it has the power to break the rigid circle we’ve drawn around ourselves to bend the moon’s reflective surface into a heart, reminding us perhaps, or at least reminding me, to take heart when I am sad or fearful. The most important thing, the only thing that saves us all is LOVE. Even in the darkness love waits to be found. 

And so I say to you too…take heart, remembering that LOVE never fails…

Hearts, hugs and kisses,

Kat


No Words – A Trilonnet 

For Jane Dougherty’s latest poetry challenge to write a Trilonnet beginning with the opening phrase, “the light is gone…”

Struggling this week to find the Muse midst overwhelming workplace drama and our nation’s polarizing rage. I think I might need to stop watching the news and reading company memos. Ignorance is bliss!

The light is gone, there are no words
as grief’s consuming shroud descends
and swelling tears cascade like rain

The reaper’s sickle sweeps again
more innocents will meet their end,
our vain laments will go unheard

the aftermath’s familiar dirge
as liberty clouds common sense,
unanswered why’s and how’s remain,

no consolation for the pain,
resigned there’ll be no recompense
for terrorism’s bloody scourge.

A consequence of apathy,
thus doomed to repeat history.

kat ~ 24 June 2016


Cactus Haiku

Got TJ’s Househild Hauku Challenge, prompt word: Cactus. (Confess in my eagerness to complete the challenge I missed the word Dry! So much so that I went the opposite direction! But here is my first take!) 

I read that the prickly pear variety of cactus are quite delicious. A legend of herbal folklore the prickly pear gained accolades for a number of medicinal applications including treatment for burns, indigestion, diarrhea, inflammation and ulcers, as well as new studies exploring their use in lowering cholesterol and blood sugar. I have never tasted this delicacy, but I’m tempted to add it to my to-do list, noting one must be wary of its sharp spines in the harvesting! 


Surly succulents,
Prickly pears cure many ills
when ripe for pricking!

kat ~