storms rarely come without warning a blustery wind, an angry glare thunder rolling, an icy stare chilled to bone, red sky at morning a blustery wind, an angry glare storms rarely come without warning
~kat
The Biolet
The biolet was invented by the Brazilian poet Filinto de Almeida and first appeared in print in his book Lyrica in 1887. It is a six line poem where the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme is ABbaBA (with the capital letters representing the repeated lines). Most of Almeida’s original biolets in Portuguese were in iambic tetrameter (8 syllables), but you could also try iambic pentameter (10 syllables), iambic hexameter (12 syllables), and unmetered lines of random lengths as well.
a bonded pair of mourning doves ~ photo by Kat Myrman ~ 2023
Today’s Reverse draws its inspiration from each stanza from the past week since I fell out of my daily cadence for a few days. Sometimes my hard drive just needs a reboot or two to stop spinning. I hate that sound, the whirring out of control ringing, causing my RAM to scatter as my operating system slowly glitches to a crashing blank monitor. Yep, reboot is the only remedy when this happens. Or, in case you’re not following my geeky summarization, identifying the need for intervention, self care, deep breathing, very long naps, several of them.
So that’s how our week went…high anticipation…tentative, compounding disappointment, biting reality suckiness…high anticipation, again, tinged with trepidation, disappointment looming, biting reality suckiness…my beloved and I, as her caretaker, learning the hard truth that life will not be going as planned, and me racking my brain for plan D, E, F or G…I’ve lost count. To be honest we’re long past A, B and C. The villain? A rare disorder called CRPS (aka an incurable chronic disorder comprised of angry nerves and excruciating, unmitigated pain). I don’t know how she endures this day in and day out. She inspires me every day as she shows up to life. As for me…I’m girding my loins…I’m not really sure what that means, but I’m girding nonetheless, for the battle ahead in search ways to manage this, our new normal, for meaningful treatment, and ultimately for a cure. Plot twists are a bitch! Through it all we remain optimistic, and hopeful, and grateful for each breath. It’s life. It’s our life.
Oh…did I mention that I was privileged to witness the Carolina fledglings take their first flight? There was that too this week. 💚
I hope this finds you and those you love healthy and happy. Find someone…anyone really, and hug them. They probably need it. 💚
ReVerse Poem ~ Sunday, 6 August 2023
I’ve settled softly into my skin lulling sleeping fools along I’d dream of sleep, if only slow drip, struggle is all I know the cow jumped over the moon but what’s a truth seeker to do nothing’s left to be debated signs are everywhere, can’t miss it deceived by the cool breeze at dawn
~kat
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.
deceived by the cool breeze at dawn welcome respite from this too long scourge of oppressive heat, now gone the illusion earth’s not on fire
shed the myth we’re not complicit signs are everywhere, can’t miss it ignorance, no longer bliss, it’s time to face the bitter truth
our inaction, this created warnings can’t be over-stated nothing’s left to be debated as the seas rise and forests burn
~kat
Well, this wraps up an eventful week. I had less time Friday than I thought. My promise of several poems was thwarted by a plot change…I needed a day to sort that out and wrap my brain around it. Not completely settled on a plan as yet but I do have more presence of mind today…enough at least to talk about the weather…😉 so to speak. 🥵
The Ovi is a lyrical folk song form with one or more stanzas with the rhyme scheme AAAb; CCCd: EEEf, etc, with 8 or fewer syllables per line. Themes for the Ovi include love, social irony or heroic events.
Most folks you ask will tell you what they believe to be true but what’s a truth seeker to do when truth is skewed by believing?
~kat
Catching up this morning while spending another day in a hospital waiting room…hoping. I couldn’t wrap my tongue around the words swirling in my head yesterday. ‘Twas not a good day. It’s time to turn the page on this chapter of our story. Hoping this is the first day in that breakthrough turnaround we’re hoping for…peace out 😊 (there may be a few more poems today. I have several hours to kill!)
The Ovi is a lyrical folk song form with one or more stanzas with the rhyme scheme AAAb; CCCd: EEEf, etc, with 8 or fewer syllables per line. Themes for the Ovi include love, social irony or heroic events.
my much meter is tripping too no time for rest; too much to do and when night falls I’m up past two I’d dream of sleep, if only
what bitter karma did I sow to reap this misery, this slow slow drip, struggle is all I know I heard the good die young
well, if that’s true I’m past my prime I’ve had enough of this lifetime I just want sleep, is that a crime? the cow jumped over the moon
~kat
The Ovi is a lyrical folk song form with one or more stanzas with the rhyme scheme AAAb; CCCd: EEEf, etc, with 8 or fewer syllables per line. Themes for the Ovi include love, social irony or heroic events.
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