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day one

Day One 2025
day one

she is ferocious
devouring the night
dazzling day star
brilliant angel of morning
old man time is but a ghost
i wake to magic in the air
a new year to embrace

~kat

It is the first day of 2025. Normally I would lead with a “Happy New Year” greeting, but this year commences with a sense of dread for so many people. I read recently that one of the ways we can make it through this time of challenges and adversity is to look for and focus on the “glimmers”. One site stated it this way: Glimmers are small moments that make us feel a sense of calm, connection, peace, and safety.

The photo above is my first glimmer of 2025…it’s a big one. As I was resting in my room thinking about what I would write on day one of this new year, the morning sun breached my window frame…no longer just an outside view but it was as if it came through the top corner of the window…talk about a glimmer! But that’s not all. Of course I took a photo and if you look deeply at it…just above the ball of light there is a kind face staring down…the rays of light almost appearing like wings. You might think I am seeing things…or that I certainly have a vivid imagination and you might be right. But I am counting this sight as my first glimmer of the new year, and a sign that it’s going to be okay come what may. We are not alone.

May you be inundated with your own tiny glimmers as we navigate the coming year…together. Namasté 💚

Poetry Form: Magnetic Poetry Online – The Poet’s Kit


A ReVerse for This Time of Uncertainty

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.


when comes the wind

when comes the wind

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

~kat

70,916,946

70,916,946 

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

~kat

fallout

fallout

everything changed
nothing changed
i stand at the edge
of despair unable to exhale
shrouded in the dread
of threatened promises
unleashed by ignorance,
the stench of hate dripping
from the rafters amidst
wind-raped, naked trees
loss of daylight adding
insult to undeserved misery
a chill, an ungodly silence
cups my ears like a sonic boom
no one hears my screams…
even if they did, they’d revel
in my suffering, the transaction
of wholesale soul acquisition is
complete, bloodthirsty monsters
wielding the sickle to collect
a harvest sown by lies
justice buried alive under the heap
I’m fading to black,
clinging to embers of hope
flickering in the wake of rage
faint glimpses of love, compassion,
kindness, and truth to keep me
as winter approaches swiftly
from the four corners, everything
in its season…to sleep…to dream
spring is coming, she’s coming
she’s coming…right?
this little light of mine
I’m gonna let it shine
let it shine
let it shine
let it
shine

-kat-