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.
it’s hard to ignore the elephants they’re showing up everywhere these days it’s hard to ignore the elephants proponents of fear, malevolence be cautious friends, what you do and say they’re watching you, in a creepy way it’s hard to ignore the elephants
it’s hard to ignore the elephants they live next door, you’re never alone it’s hard to ignore the elephants they know what you choose and where you spend they’re following you, they’re in your phone nowhere is safe, not even home it’s hard to ignore the elephants
it’s hard to ignore the elephants who judge and convict with full rancor it’s hard to ignore the elephants so beware if you are different, female, vulnerable, foreigner it’s coming soon, their vindictive purge it’s hard to ignore the elephants
~kat
Still processing…still coming to terms with what and who this country is. And trying to figure out as a gay, senior, female citizen, how to survive the coming years, with promised threats from the new leaders coming in who are against my very existence and ability to survive. I used to think being kind, living under the radar, minding my own business and not making waves would be enough to live a good life, to be safe. I am having a hard time believing that now. The winners in our recent election are emboldened and meaner than ever. And they’ve got an agenda that promises to make life a living hell for the marginalized, immigrants, refugees, lgbtq+ folk, women, non-radical evangelicals, progressives in general, law-abiding truth tellers, the elderly, the poor, and middle class. It feels like a nightmare and I’m trying to fight the urge to shut down and go into hiding. I’m tryin to find the courage to step out and join others in the fight, but I’ve got to admit, I’m tired folks. Why can’t we all just live and let live and mind our own damn business. The reality…this reality sucks. Which is why I’m putting this out here. Sharing my truth with whoever takes the time or is interested is reading it. And if you’re still here, peace to you. I’m a survivor…and I’ve got a little light still. We’ll get through this. It just sucks that we have to fight to do it.
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six sparks of light flicker in a sea of darkness believers in love, compassion, inclusion, justice, truth, civility, kindness, peace we cling to hope as winter closes in
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six despite what you may have heard is proof beyond a shadow’s doubt that you are in good company, light bearers shining for all to see
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six reasons to grieve, to take time to heal to cling to the promise of spring… of a bright dawn after the darkest night to protect each precious ember of light
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six did not a landslide make, nor mandate for those who choose the ways of hate may love’s light lead us from the edge and gather us to forge the path ahead
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six hold space for victory in this fight one day we’ll surely get this right just not today, true change takes years so rest your hearts for now, we need you here
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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