Author Archives: Kat Myrman

Serendipity

A Cleave Poem for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge “Message in a Bottle” with the prompt words: ethereal, placid, meander, forget, silver.

A cleave poem is three poems in one. To read it, start with the first “column” (in plain text) from top to bottom, then read the second (in bold italics), and finally read each line all the way across. In this Cleave poem there are two stories to tell, worlds apart until the message in a bottle connects them. It is serendipitous! 🙂


I found your message do you think of me?
as I meandered along the placid sea I know you are there
under the silver moon somewhere in the ethereal mist
I have sensed your presence forever so I wrote my heart
visiting my dreams, azure strokes of ink on parchment
your kisses on the cool breeze trusting destiny’s providence
waves caressing my feet to deliver this message
as the sun sets past the horizon on some distant shore
where you wait…and now I wait.

kat ~ 18 May 2016


Fear of Falling

156-05-may-15th-2016“Will you PLEASE get off the floor Sarah!?”

“I’m good. Really! How much longer?”

“We’re almost there. But you’re missing the view. If you could just slide up onto the seat…”

“Nope! I told you, I’m good. Take pictures.”

It was not going the way Nick envisioned it. The banner was coming into view on the hillside. Everyone could see it. Everyone, that is, but Sarah, whose fear of heights had sent her into a panic.

Frustrated, Nick took a photo on his phone, then dropped to the floor where Sarah sat with her arms wrapped around her knees.

He held the phone for her to see.

“Will you Marry Me, Sarah?” the banner said.

Sarah looked at the phone, at Nick, and then at the other passengers, whose faces were beaming with anticipation. When she looked back at Nick, he was holding a ring in his other hand.

She shook her head. “I hate you, you know! But yes…YES! I will marry you!” Everyone cheered!

Nick smiled, holding her close as he leaned in whispering, “I guess this means my idea to exchange our vows in a hot air balloon is a bust…”

kat  ~ 18 May 2016
(194 Words)

Flash Fiction for Sunday’s Photo Fiction Challenge prompted by the photo above. To read more click HERE.


Thesaurus Scamper


For Haiku Horizons’ weekly challenge prompt: skip.

Bolt, skedaddle, flit
hippety-hop, ricochet,
or simply say, “skip”!

kat ~ 16 May 2016


Magic 8 Ball Mondays

It is “Most Likely”…
But what are the odds really?
Give me “Yes” or “No”.
The “What” is not important.
“Maybe” is too tenebrous.

kat ~ 16 May 2016


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 15 May 2016

Another Shi Sai Sunday Week in ReVerse. This week was rather busy in my 9 to 5. I did consort with my muse though, in the in-between and wee hours. When life gets fussy with schedules and deadlines and such, I am so grateful for poetry. As long as I can loose myself in iambic pentameter every now and again I can trudge through the necessaries and know that I haven’t lost my soul.
But I do miss my bits of flash, as in fiction. And my little story series that is hanging on the cusp. I promise to get back to it soon. 🙂

For now, I am happy to be here in the happy place. I celebrated a year of blogging this past week. And my friend Lynn of LynzRealCooking became a Grandma to twins this week. She posted baby pics! You have to go see them!

Another friend, Jacqueline honored me with an interview. You can check that out HERE. Thank you Jacqueline! Did you know she just published her first book of poetry? You should check it out. Jacqueline is a wonderful writer!

Oh, and to round out my week I found another heart shaped rock. I collect them. (And I occasionally give them away if I encounter someone who looks like they might need one.) They are everywhere, but rare at the same time. It takes a bit of hard knocks for a common rock to become a heart. Pieces of its roundness must be chipped away. It may suffer tosses and tumbles and encounters with sharp obstacles to “become”. We are kind of like that. Each of us sharing our hearts from the messy life lessons we’ve survived, as well as the joy and beauty of it all. It has made us who we are. I love the first line of this week’s shi sai… It says it all!

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 15 May 2016

We are connected by an invisible cord.
But truth…but Truth, sweet siren
songstress,
scattered randomly on air
enlightened souls
flower buds
more than a rainbow
she waits for dusk’s indigo sky
when life is fresh and roses drip with dew…
Now THIS, I can wrap my right-skewed brain around…
metamorphosis complete.

kat