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October 13, 2025

days 283-284-285 ~playing catch up

By Kat Myrman

It’s been a bit of a whirlwind my friends. Had a biopsy on Thursday to check a troubling spot…won’t know the results for a few weeks.

Met my second great-granddaughter on Saturday, and also spent time at a fall festival with my youngest daughter’s family and three of my grandkids.

Chores and dinner with friends on Sunday. And today shopping for an alternative heat source so we are not stranded and freezing when the power goes out this coming winter…notice I didn’t say if we lose power, but when.

Oh and in the midst of all this one of my beloved crows fell ill, injured or just old, and I kept vigil, caring for him best I could with extra food, because of course he decided to do it at our feeder near our house. He was nowhere to be found today…I can only surmise he either fell victim to a predator, or picked a private place to ascend. Now my other crows are staying clear of me and the feeder. They must think I killed him. At least the deer came by this evening to cheer me up.

So…I did manage to write a few poems today. It was an effort. And I did manage to find several glimmers in the midst of this chaos. Don’t even get me started on the state of the world! Looks like the Gaza Riviera is one step closer to becoming DT’s next venture. (I am happy for the families reunited but there are still people and children suffering…). Thank goodness for glimmers. Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. ~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Catch up Monday 

day 282

as the crow
.
dies
the flock members
cry
for one of their own
hovering close by, never alone
cycle 
of life, so bittersweet 
ironically
dying crows
foretell good fortune

~kat

Pi Archimedes poem ~ Syllable count by line: 3.1415926535 
A dead crow in your yard may symbolize transformation, change, or new beginnings, while some believe it represents the end of bad things. In case you missed it this is my glimmer in the midst of sadness for this beautiful soul. It’s gift to me in parting.
day 283

hypocrisy

peacemakers don’t deal in hate
they don’t destroy families, denying rights
crush all dissent, while stirring up fights
these cruel acts are not up for debate
they don’t destroy families, denying rights
peacemakers don’t deal in hate

~kat
Biolet - It is a six line poem, and like the triolet, the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme of the biolet thus can be expressed as ABbaBA (with the capital  letters representing the repeated lines). 
Some glimmers in the midst of madness…
day 284

biopsy ~ a haiku

it might be cancer
a benign statement proving
it’s not in my head

~kat

And finally, taking in the beauty that surrounds me. It’s moments like these that I cherish, come what may. Peace to you. ✨💚✨

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October 10, 2025

day 281…fell asleep

By Kat Myrman

I promise I got this one in under the wire (midnight), but I fell asleep. Long stressful day. I’m sure I needed the rest more than meeting my self-imposed deadline! At any rate here is yesterday’s poem written in Magnetic Poetry form (the Love Kit) online. 

last dance

when the dance comes
to an end and the music
fades, please promise me
you will be by my side,
the two of us together
in the quiet hours of the night
remembering the light

~kat

Today’s glimmer actually just happened. My wife volunteers at a wildlife rescue nearby. She has spent a few months nurturing baby squirrels, who, for whatever reason, found themselves abandoned. She bottle fed them until they were big enough to move to an outdoor habitat to learn foraging skills. And today, five of those little angels graduated back into the wild right here on Bramlett mountain. Run free little ones, enjoy the hickory nuts from our trees. Welcome home!🥰

much love, peace, glimmers, and happy trails!

~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️

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October 8, 2025

day 280

By Kat Myrman 
young mothers 

how I remember those long blurry days, the short sleep deprived nights
suburban crawls, toddlers in tow, strollers draped in crocheted lace
young mothers in passing, smiles and nods masking insecurities

if only we knew then that this time would fly by, children grow up
and we grow wise, midst a litany of if only’s and what if’s
to realize how perfectly flawed we were, wouldn’t change a thing

~kat

I don’t have a photographic glimmer to share with you today. This evening’s glimmering moment of zen happened on my evening walk with Gabby. Something caught her fancy and off she darted into the darkness, into the woods that edge our yard. She never does this, usually staying close by…doing her usual business and happily dancing around me once we’re safely back inside, expecting a little treat for being such a good girl!

Tonight I had to go after her, calling for her several times. She ignored me of course which only added to my angst. These woods are not all happy squirrels, butterflies and graceful deer. The predators wander about at night. Coyotes, brown bear, cougars, foxes, screech owls, hawks and other raptors, and snakes. The thought that she might have cornered a skunk…or taken a roll in fresh scat also crossed my mind. I called for her again and saw her white furry self heading toward me. None of my fears were realized, of course. All that concern and fear for nothing. But what if?

We were lucky that whatever she was chasing was not bold enough to turn around and chase her. Once I got her safely inside I stepped out on the porch to take a moment. It’s getting cooler. Just the right temperature and there was a lovely breeze. As you will hear…the wind chimes were singing as an occasional gust tickled its pipes.

From all this, a remembering poem was born. The form I used was a pair of Sijo* stanzas.

You can click on the soundbar below if you want a listen. Windchimes and Crickets on a Breezy Autumn Night!

Much love, peace and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

A sijo is a traditional Korean poetic form, characterized by its three-line structure. Each line typically contains 14-16 syllables, resulting in a total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem. The first line  is introduces a theme or situation, the second line develops it, and the third line introduces a twist or unexpected turn, providing the poem’s conclusion. 

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October 7, 2025

day 279

By Kat Myrman 
the departed

the veil
is growing thin
whispers of ancestors
haunt those who will listen, their sins on
repeat 

~kat

A Cinquain ~ syllable count: 2-4-6-8-2

I stayed away from the news over the course of the day. It was good. Got my work done. Fed the critters, chatted with several friends. Today’s glimmers are those conversations with present friends…and cautionary reminders from those passed. Nothing happens in a vacuum. But life goes on living…once upon an era to here and now…to me, with memories of when etched in my soul.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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October 5, 2025

Day 277 ~ Time for a ReVerse

By Kat Myrman 
Day 277 ~ Time for a ReVerse

let us stand in the balance
spent storm clouds disbursing
not through division and hate,
silenced by fear
peace in the foothills
one word transports us
a lovely chorus of life living
even whispers
waiting for a swift wind
as if debating was still a thing
normal to feel nothing inside
Please Be Quiet | for being different
it’s already too late
Please Do Not Feed 
a freight train with no breaks

~kat

The hummingbirds seem to have gone. The temperatures have dipped for days now, the dawn is darker and dusk comes sooner. I’m not sure what flips the switch in their little heads to set them off on a trip to the tropics…even more puzzling, what causes them to return here in the spring? Surely it’s not my jars of simple sugar water. It definitely is not safe for them to stay here through winter. At any rate, I will fill a few feeders one last time for any stragglers from the great migration, and I shall wish them well…a safe journey…a lovely holiday…and look forward to their return come spring. 

When our government changed hands last January I had considered leaving for more a hospitable destination to live out my days. I knew it was going to be frightfully horrifying. The hatred and vengeance had just had four years to simmer and fester into the monstrous reality we all find ourselves in today. It’s much worse I must say than I could have imagined. 

Needless to say I’m still here. For one thing, I don’t have the means to pick up and relocate to another place. And honestly, the grass is not always greener. This fever of hate is catching on everywhere these days. It knows no bounds. This is my home. Leaving won’t change anything. Staying, resisting, standing up to cruelty, using my voice just might shine a little light. Whether we all make it through this dark time is not promised. But we can decide how we face it together. 

I’ll leave you with glimmers as I always do. These are my favorites from the past few weeks… ✨💚✨

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

Resist.

~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. I use it here as a review of the past several weeks.

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