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April Poetry Month ~ A Poem a Day #30

A close up view of White Clover. It is hard to believe that this is a common weed!

The theme for today is surprise!

It is day 30. The final day of poetry month and my challenge to myself to do a new poem and form each day. And surprise! I did it!

For the record, this month I explored the following poetry forms: Alouette, Free Form, Lune, Cleave, Shadorma, Palindrome, Ottava Rima, Triolet, Cascade, Fibonacci, Lai, Imayo, Sijo, Luc Bat, Epulaeryu, Terzanelle, Tetractys, HexSonetta, Sedoka (a Katouta x2), Minute, Tanka, Etheree, Than-Bauk, Bref Double, Alliterisen, Haiku, Limerick, Reverse (not to be confused with my own quirky creation, the ReVerse…more on this later…), and finally a revisit of the Cleave…I had forgotten I already did this form and it is, after all, one of my favorite forms! Of course there are so many other forms…classical as well as new forms being created to this day. This brings me to my ReVerses which have nothing in common with the Reverse poetry form.

As is my weekly practice, I like to look back, lifting a line from each poem of the previous week to create a ReVerse of my words. it is something I started doing years ago when I first started to write. I always have a favorite line in each poem and thought it would be fun to create a new poem using those favorite lines. I have not found a form that does this in all my research, though there is the Cento, which is a collection of lines from the poems of several authors – not a writer’s own work.

Inspired by the many classical and experimental new forms, I am left with only one solution. To create my own new poetry form!

And so I give you the Shi Sai (pronounced SH-ī with a heavy inflection on the Sh and a silent second s). It is Japanese for “re verse” or “re poem”. I used a Japanese translation because many of the earliest forms of poetry originated in Asia. And it has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? To make it official:

The Shi Sai, a form created by Kat Myrman in April 2016, is a poem created by taking one line of verse from several poems of an author’s own collection. The shi sai is done as a review of a series or collection of poems and therefore, each line should flow in chronological order of the dates the poems were written (from oldest to new). The lines chosen should be the author’s favorite from each poem. This form works best if the author resists the temptation to read the full new poem before all the verses have been added. (It helps one to resist the impulse to change a line to make it “fit”)

And so, I give you my shi sai then, on this last day of April. A look back at an amazing month that has one last story to tell!

something’s amiss with your mind
a dizzy streak of laser precision
it won’t be a secret
time to weep, to let things go suspended in cerulean blue
new life on the wing
moments of clarity
they say in time the truth will be revealed,
like moth to flame is drawn into the light
off to do our business then
it follows strict rhyme
minds, spinning in sound bites,
my garden thrives in a compost
releasing is an art, you know
drunken noodles sweating
I remember you in spring
extremes of longing, that bend on a breeze
our secret morning trysts
promise in a glass half full
bestowing grace
between cool silken bedsheets
heavy droplets descend
waning runs red
souls revealed line by beautiful line
waxing poetic perfection in words
graced in amaranthine blush
then one day she fell down
you hardly speak anymore and
turn to ash aching for warmth

kat ~ 30 April 2016


April Poetry Month – A Poem a Day #28

Today I am exploring the Reverse Poem. A Reverse Poem is a freeform verse. The masters of this form write lines and lines…I feel lucky to have pulled out 14! Here’s the definition: Reverse poetry is a poem that can be read forwards one way and have a meaning, but also be read backwards and have another different meaning. A type of ‘reverse‘ writing is called a palindrome. Palindrome comes from the Greek words “palin” (again or back) and “dramein” (to run).

As you can imagine it’s a bit tricky. I have seen other variations of this type of poem, the Palindrome (which is a mirror image poem with a break in between) and a form that some of you have tried this week from a NaPoWriMo Poetry challenge that prompted you to write a poem backwards (which also should be read from the bottom up). The Reverse Poem should be read top to bottom and then bottom to top and should have two different meanings. At any rate, here’s my try…I know this is another form that will take a bit of practice to master.

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Falling In and Out and In Love

I think
I love you
like the very first time
I heard your voice
my heart fluttered and
I caught you watching me
as you looked away, blushing
something changed
I’m not sure when it was, but
you don’t look at me
you hardly speak anymore and
I should tell you
I don’t think
I love you

kat ~28 April 2016


Echoes of my Neighborhood

Well, it’s almost Thursday. I’ll post a link to our hostess Jacqueline’s blog once she posts her echoes. I was just really excited about this one. Been working on it all week.

This week I set my little phone camera into macro mode for a micro view of my bloomin’ front yard. I am sure my faerie had something to do with it (The one who tossed herself under the birdbath and busted her head to free herself from life as a yard ornament? But that’s another story…a limerick to be exact. You can read about her HERE!)

Wow! When I digress, I really digress! Back to my micro garden. Mmmm…come to think of it, if I were a faerie…it might look something like this!

And there are also a few critters who came out for the photo shoot. A caterpillar and a baby mantis. Very good fortune indeed!

Have a great week! 🌸

UPDATE: And here is a link to Jacqueline’s blog, A cooking Pot and Twisted Tales. Click HERE to check out some of the other neighborhoods!



April Poetry Month – A Poem a Day #20

I have a busy day tomorrow so I’m posting poetry month, day 20 a day early. The Minute Poem is a rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff.

While on my way to work this morning a strange storefront caught my eye, in particular the statue in the window. I knew I needed to stop by on my way home to explore it a bit more.

It is a strange, verging on creepy, little place. A small sign on a side window says it’s a Catholic museum. The statues and relics contained within share the space with lawn chairs, debris and dust.

I couldn’t help feeling a bit nostalgic, remembering the unfailing devotion of my grandmother who attended Novena Masses every morning and taught me to believe in the mystical and miraculous.

Odd as it all was, I felt blessed by those memories of my childhood and embraced in grace.

Even there behind a pane of glass, surrounded by piles of junk and buried under layers of dust…even there, miracles are possible.

Here then is my Minute Poem…

NOTE: I had mistaken the identity of this lovely “lady”. She is, in fact Saint Therese of Lisieux. So…to be accurate, I have tweaked the poem. It doesn’t change the meter or the mystical quality. A rose by another name is still sweet. ❤

  

Storefront Saint 

Hail fair Lady full of woe
no votive’s glow
to warm your feet
here on Fifth Street.

As weary travelers pass by
none catch your eye
lacking vision
for apparitions.

Strange Storefront Saint Therese, you wait
bestowing grace
upon the few
who notice you.

~kat – 20 April 2016


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 April 2016

A familiar sunny Sunday morning scene…lounging in while my cat, Casey, waits patiently for shadows of squirrels and birds to flutter by. Routine is a wonderful thing. Once entrenched, you hardly even notice it, and when you do it’s beauty and simplicity has a way of calming us amidst the chaos of life.

This week like so many recent weeks has presented with political undertones. But unlike some election seasons peppered with idealistic aspirations for the future, this cycle has been just plain angry.

And I get it. Things are not as rosy as we’d like them to be. Anger is a natural response to disappointment. But sustained, unchecked, venomous, fear-fueled anger accomplishes nothing. Like a raging fire it eventually burns out, but not without casualties.

Our better selves know intervention is called for to minimize the damage. Pure lunacy is adding more kindling and logs to the pit, which current politicians are loath to do. Alas, are beset with lunatics!

This week’s ReVerse is smattered with sparks of this hotbed of incessant blustering. Embers sucking air. But come Sunday I rely on the cool balm of routine. Casey chasing shadows. Sun-streamed bliss on a mattress. A call to pause and breathe. I live for moments like these! And I hope you have a Sunday time and place where you can rest and recharge too!

I would be remiss if I did not pause to remember the victims of recent natural disasters this week…Japan…and now…Ecuador. Peace and healing all.

And so…be safe this week my fellow word-pressers. Flex those word-bending super powers of yours, penning the light as well as the darkness. Each have their place; the light to warm and inspire us and the darkness, exposed, allowing us to release and to move toward healing. And one more thing…don’t forget to breathe.  Peace.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 April 2016

This I can’t deny
Truth settles on shuttered minds, spinning in sound bites
suffer(ing) no regrets
promises to keep
each twisty turny
I remember when
Sowing seeds, midst fussy plots of weeds, their empty plates to fill
…because EVERYTHING is better with a little Sriracha!!!
It’s too late to regret
There’s nothing left to do but rise
There were a few brave souls but even fewer customers
Intrepid trekkers
engaged in trysts with metaphors
drunken noodles sweating steam
When the rose bush bursts in bloom
Sometimes fear is good.
Politicians count on this.

~ kat