sevenling (the dawn)

sevenling (the dawn)

Eos rises, cloak of saffron, glowing
roses blush beneath the mist from her wet kisses
her fiery passion breaks the darkest dark of night

i rise warmed by the glow of this new day
oblivious to this celestial passion play
grateful for the tomorrow promised yesterday

there's something in the air, conjuring the dawn in afterglow


sevenling (the caregiver)

sevenling (the caregiver)

because i do, and have loved you
for all these beautiful years…decades
through the best and worst, in health, in sickness…til death

vows i didn’t take lightly then
or now, as the piper comes to collect his due
i am a better person for it, because of you

exhausted, not from service, but from watching you suffer

-kat 2023 day two

Another Sevenling on this second day of 2023. 

sevenling (a new year)

sevenling (a new year)

on the first day the sun shone bright,
clouds streamed swiftly on the azure plane
the breeze was unseasonably warm

we closed another chapter, pages
singed with loss, happy milestones, grief…
what a daunting year it was

past midnight, heartache lingers, still, there is hope

~kat 2023 day one

Why a Sevenling? Because 2023, numerologically speaking, is a Universal Year 7. And what is a sevenling? 

the sevenling…
A three line stanza containing three things
A three line stanza containing three (contrasting) things
A one-line stanza that resolves or heightens the contrast

the title includes the word “sevenling” with the given title in parenthesis.

the transparent forest

Bramlett Mountain just beyond the lattice veil on a brisk December morning. ~kat myrman 2022
the transparent forest

anything but bleak
season of lace-veiled slumber
secrets of summer
revealed, now dormant nests
and far-off mountain vistas

a backdrop for dreams
beauty in simplicity
where sky’s the limit

don’t sleep too soundly
there is so much to be gleaned
wisdom to ponder
when darkness overtakes us
frost bends the light like crystal


A tanka-haiku-tanka for the season.

it doesn’t matter

it doesn’t matter

when someone says,
it doesn’t matter
it’s not necessarily
an obstinate
or rude thing to say
it can be
when one knows
what matters is
what doesn’t...
the worrying,
defeatism that happens
when we try to fit in,
be accepted,
follow the rules,
play the game
be noticed…
in fact, not mattering,
where invisibility is a gift,
anonymity, sublime
is where what
matters most,
the rest
is an illusion,
smoke and mirrors,
the sum of a life


I’m actually in a good place…where nothing matters but the things that do. With age comes wisdom and a general “I don’t give a fuck” attitude! When life gets shorter, you realize life is too short! It is glorious place to be!!! Oh my… did I just say/write fuck?!!! Well I don’t give a “you know what”! 🤪

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