it was an ordinary day nothing special, but it was good I wouldn’t change it if I could I kept it simple you might say nothing special, but it was good it was an ordinary day
~kat (Keep It Simple Stupid)
Sometimes a glimmer is realizing you don’t need an over the top, amazingly, magnificent, spectacular kind of day to feel alive. You just have to be…alive…and remember to breathe. 💚
Poetry Form: 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.
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.
the winds come and the trees hold ground for their roots run deep and wide from seedling to sapling to towering timber they have learned to bend when the tempests rage
the winds come and the house holds firm for it was built on a solid foundation from brick, to plank, to shingled roof its walls crafted to shelter kith and kin when the tempests rage
the winds come and i shall keep this space sacred for my ancestors, my children, myself from maiden to mother to crone i've grown in perseverance, grace, resilience when the tempests rage
I don’t mind being encroached upon by the invasive species of these foothills… blackberry brambles hug the long driveway to my house on the hill bursting with fruit I don’t mind that the deer, the squirrels, the rabbits, chickadees, finches, cardinals, and wrens will glean most of this year’s bounty… I don’t even mind sharing with bullish, boisterous bluejays I’ll happily savor my annual handful of luscious sweets, fingers stained a lovely shade of purple-blue how gracious my neighbors are sweetly serenading me, gracing me with visits that take my breath they don’t mind me trudging noisily along the wood’s edge rustling them from their burrows and perches…they don’t mind being encroached upon by me…
it was a good day ‘midst the realities of life I caught her smiling
~kat
It’s the small things that keep me going. I collect these moments, keeping them close to my heart and at the ready to draw upon when the going is rough. Like a candle in the distance on a dark, dark night. Yes, it was a very good day.
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