Category Archives: Social Issues

Sprint of the Lemmings – A Cautionary Tale

The running began quite benignly, I heard, starting with one, then two, then more and more, no end in sight, no one knew why or what for, but on they surged.

The first eventually plummeted into the sea, followed by the others, one by one they disappeared into the blue, never again to be seen.

The moral of this sad tale is simply this, if you see a crowd running willy nilly, stay put…or consider running the other way, for it is wise to know, at the very least, what you’re running from; the crowd does not always know the way.

The End

~kat – 24 June 2016

A three line tale for Sonya of Only 100 Words weekly challenge based on the photo above (and certain disturbing  news of the day).


Take Heart


I rarely pull out my fancy camera anymore, since I always have my camera phone with me. Over the years I have taken many full moon shots later enhancing them to pick up on the aura of the moonglow  since my camera does not afford me the crisp view of the moon man’s face. 

I happened to catch the Strawberry Moon this month and did my usual digital renderings which, to my delight, revealed a heart-shaped moon! Some of you may know I love to find things heart-shaped…rocks, leaves, trees…so I thought nothing of it until a friend shared her own photo of the moon mentioning that it looked heart-shaped. Coincidence? 

Of course I mulled this thought around a bit…(you are now entering the twilight zone of my pinging brain…fair warning…😊) …we all know that the moon reflects what it sees. From our vantage point in the world things are pretty chaotic, scary and dark. But based on the moon’s reflection I can’t help but imagine that despite our calamitous state there is a strong undercurrent of love permeating the planet. So strong that it has the power to break the rigid circle we’ve drawn around ourselves to bend the moon’s reflective surface into a heart, reminding us perhaps, or at least reminding me, to take heart when I am sad or fearful. The most important thing, the only thing that saves us all is LOVE. Even in the darkness love waits to be found. 

And so I say to you too…take heart, remembering that LOVE never fails…

Hearts, hugs and kisses,

Kat


No Words – A Trilonnet 

For Jane Dougherty’s latest poetry challenge to write a Trilonnet beginning with the opening phrase, “the light is gone…”

Struggling this week to find the Muse midst overwhelming workplace drama and our nation’s polarizing rage. I think I might need to stop watching the news and reading company memos. Ignorance is bliss!

The light is gone, there are no words
as grief’s consuming shroud descends
and swelling tears cascade like rain

The reaper’s sickle sweeps again
more innocents will meet their end,
our vain laments will go unheard

the aftermath’s familiar dirge
as liberty clouds common sense,
unanswered why’s and how’s remain,

no consolation for the pain,
resigned there’ll be no recompense
for terrorism’s bloody scourge.

A consequence of apathy,
thus doomed to repeat history.

kat ~ 24 June 2016


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 19 June 2016

I must say I faced this morning’s assignment with a bit of trepidation. It was not a good week for many in the world. Or at least my corner of it. 

Reflecting on this, those last few words glared at me…”my corner of it,” gripping my heart, plunging me into an overwhelmingly painful “ah-ha” moment of truth. 

How self-centered I am! Seeking joy and pleasure, expecting it even, day after day only to grieve when calamity knocks on my own door! 

The truth is, horror and hardship happens every day to someone somewhere in this fragile broken world of ours. However do we go on under the weight of such adversity, when at any given moment one us is suffering? However indeed, because when one of us hurting, we all hurt. 

At this point, I am feeling even more out of sorts than when I began, more disappointed in myself, than anything. So reluctantly, I pulled up this week’s posts to review my whining laments hoping to find something Shi Sai worthy to print. Something that didn’t have us all wallowing in despair and loathing…

How did this week’s reverse pan out? Well, it surprised me. And it answered my question. How do we go on, each one of us, when faced with inconsolable sadness? In a word, HOPE! Between the lines of angst and sorrow, I discovered layers of hope sandwiched in…like precious gold ribbons crushed between layers of clay and sedimentary rock. There is always hope. And I realized that that is how we do it. How we survive. How we find the strength to go on. 

The worst thing that could ever happen to us is to find ourselves hopeless. There is a rhythm to the ebbs and flows…some of us riding waves of giddy exhilaration while others find themselves in the undertow. But the most important thing to remember is that we are all part of the same sea. The sea that at one moment glistens in serene tranquility and at others may become a raging temptest. We are all part of it…a sea of precious souls.

As I consider this I realize that I am being a bit hard on myself, but there is one thing I can do. When I am suffering it is acceptable to grieve, just as when I am having a good day, it is important to be grateful. But in that moment of gratefulness it is also important to consider those who are not, to say an extra prayer each time I give thanks for those who cannot. 

May you too find the light of hope when you need it most. I’m going to try to be better at keeping the light on for you.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 19 June 2016

Your life’s a precious gift infused with grace

under the skin we are the same

time is elusive

…Yes, you are

dawn looks swell on you!

midst clouds looming dark

hints, alliaceous.
…

prized as medicinal

donning alliaceous bulbs

from nana’s kitchen…

to resist…futile

the night is long…then morning comes!

I made something special for dessert

…feeling the Love this morning

while some take to the sea to sun.

~ kat  

The Shi Sai, (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a form created by Kat Myrman in April 2016. It 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”)


Tragedy’s Lament

Once again the
mothers weep and
hide their children
safe to keep, as
talking heads, their
blood lust slaking,
vomit spin to
boost their ratings.
Lines are drawn and
trenches dredged as
pols fight for the
winning edge, and
fear and loathing set
the stage for
wayward zealots
venting rage.

We pride
ourselves as
civilized and
judge the
stranger with
our eyes, but
souls reside where
we can’t see, the
other’s not our
enemy. Remember
when you seek to
blame, under the
skin we are
the same.

kat ~ 12 June 2016