remember when we were
a melting pot of soft hearts
open to the young and the old,
man, woman and child;
a brilliant sea of colors and voices
celebrating all as one; not less than.
it is not too late
to heal our broken world
by first making peace with ourself.
~kat – 2 February 2017
(Magnetic Poetry – Poet Kit)
Ribbons of golden sunlight splay
the shades of gray
as glooming clouds
descend like shrouds.
Her chilling kiss of icy mist
denies our bliss;
Chilled to the bone
we rush for home.
But though the day seems dark and cold
Winter grows old.
Her days are few.
Spring plans a coup!
~kat – 3 February 2017
(Minute Poem)
The Minute Poem is 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.
So like a leaf, with a transparent white stem that had been battered by a storm; frayed fluff and separated barbs in shades of silvery gray, ochre and indigo. If I hadn’t been looking down I might have missed the feather.
I wondered if the bird who lost it, missed it, or if it took its passing as a commonplace event, like clipping one’s fingernails.
I picked it up and headed home with a lilt in my step; me and my tiny single wing.
©kat – 28 January 2017
Written for an essay writing exercise at the Roanoke Regional Writer’s Conference – 28 January 2017
“Closet” painting by Kat Myrman 2001
kat ~ 24 January 2017
Crowd Photo by Mike Hudema from Greenpeace – Washington DC – January 21, 2017
roarwe are not useless as
smooth tongues like to whisper,
drunk on love, sweetly chanting
pink fluff and blather, for beneath
our gorgeous skin lies the heart of
a goddess whose blood boils from
watching repulsive, lying, shadows of
men crush the dreams of her young…her name is woman…she is a
mother and she never sleeps©kat ~ 23 January 2017
(Magnetic Poetry – Original Kit)
like mercury colliding... 