behind these insulated walls I’ve everything I need, and all manner of life’s pleasantries words spinning into poetry books to read, trees for shade an office where I work for pay running water, air and heat pillows, a soft place to sleep the perfect view of dawn and dusk I needn’t leave, but if I must I make my ventures short and sweet to gather mostly food to eat the great pandemic sent me home to work remotely on my own this eremition’s grown on me when time slips and I cease to be will anyone remember me no matter, i am quite content to simply be, it’s time well spent behind these insulated walls I’ve everything I need, and all
~kat
Today’s “glimmer” is the joy of learning a new word and applying it in verse!
Eremition (eh-ruh-MIH-shun) (n.) The act of gradually fading from the lives of others, not out of malice but a desire for solitude or renewal.
Example: Over the years, his eremition went unnoticed, until one day he was simply gone.
I saw this word in my social media feed. A new word to me. What a thrill it was to happen upon it. I found resonance with its meaning. Since migrating from a brick and mortar cubicle to work from home during the pandemic, I have enjoyed the solitary aspect of working remotely. I don’t miss the petty office politics, the gossip, the backbiting, the time sucking commute. I’m more productive. Truly. Who knew that making a living could actually support having a life?
she is ferocious devouring the night dazzling day star brilliant angel of morning old man time is but a ghost i wake to magic in the air a new year to embrace
The photo above is my first glimmer of 2025…it’s a big one. As I was resting in my room thinking about what I would write on day one of this new year, the morning sun breached my window frame…no longer just an outside view but it was as if it came through the top corner of the window…talk about a glimmer! But that’s not all. Of course I took a photo and if you look deeply at it…just above the ball of light there is a kind face staring down…the rays of light almost appearing like wings. You might think I am seeing things…or that I certainly have a vivid imagination and you might be right. But I am counting this sight as my first glimmer of the new year, and a sign that it’s going to be okay come what may. We are not alone.
May you be inundated with your own tiny glimmers as we navigate the coming year…together. Namasté 💚
no glistening streams of golden rays today the dawn is draped in gray the ground is damp and smells of musk of fading leaves and hickory husks but I’m not blue because you see weather has no power o’er me and facts are facts, the sun did rise just as the new moon blots the sky no matter what each day may bring i can be sure of one true thing as morning comes to break the night no one or thing can dim my light it never lasts, the dark and gray and so I rise to seize the day each moment, opportunity to be the best that I can be
Skyline Drive, Virginia 2024 – photo by Kat Myrman
A ReVerse for This Time of Uncertainty
I expected to feel magic how tempted am I to lose myself here with pieces of you and you and you I don’t mind when the unknown looms just beyond we humans are a cruel race how weary she looks
in another lifetime time steals away before you know surrendering to the whirlwind justice buried alive under the heap
but…her roots run deep we cling to hope as winter closes in it’s hard to ignore the elephants when the tempests rage
rest deep sweet seedling dare to dream. breathing light dares a blue-sky world hey, what if?
~kat
It’s been a minute since I dared to look back to chew on past musings. So much has changed, or at least presents the threat of unwelcome change. At least to me and roughly 74+ million souls. But it felt like time for another ReVerse.
While I am not sure, as none of us truly can be sure, what the future holds, I am sure, as a daughter of light and love, as a survivor, and a fierce fighter for justice and truth, as a mother, as a warrior, as a crone…I am sure, I am steady, I am a safe place, I am a light in the darkness. No matter how things might change, no matter how fierce the coming storm might try to break me…to break us…I am not inclined to change who I am. Who I have always been. I am. Yes, I am. Nothing can change that.
Peace, Love, and Light. Seize this day. This very moment and breathe a deep breath in…and slowly exhale while taking it all in, your surroundings, the stuff of life in your tiny corner of the world…and feel how beautiful it is to be. ❤️
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…or in this case, over the past several months.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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