February 11, 2018

Cherita 11 and a half

By Kat Myrman

beware the quick nap

the nod, the doze
seeking REM on the fly

only to wake hours later
a sweaty blob in a puddle of drool
REM interrupted

~kat~

This is the moderated version of today’s mind cloud. I thought better of posting my initial Cherita after sleeping on it a brief bit. You are spared. Today’s entry could have been a vile drip from the recesses of my brain…

only the finest

expletives
rip from my sharpe tongue

giving a damn often leads to losing one’s shit
but it is the exquisitely satisfying fucking, fucked, flying fuck
that illustrates my delicate emotions magnificently

oops, did I just ‘write’ that…out loud?!!!

It’s been one of those days…

no filter

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February 11, 2018

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 11 February 2018

By Kat Myrman

I look forward to this little exercise of looking back each week. Though I write each day with no thought of this grand summary at week’s end, I am always amazed by the result.

Some might say that looking back has no real value in the present; that it detracts from living in the moment. But I believe gleaning the brightest and best moments to cherish in the present moment bolsters positivity and affirms what we should already know, but too easily forget.

I can sense you wondering right now, “What do we forget?” See how easily that happens? You know what it is, but the weight of this given moment gnaws at you. “What might someone think if I blurted it out; that thing I know?” Self-talk will derail any good thing if you listen too closely to it.

I don’t know why I am so surprised by these weekly masterpieces; these patchworks of taken-out-of-context lines that I call ReVerses.

But I should expect them to be magnificent, because they are a reflection of my soul. Because life is a miracle…and I am alive…therefore I am a miracle. By the way…you are too…a living, breathing, walking, miracle that begets miracles just because.

Have you forgotten? Please don’t.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 11 February 2018

floating down, down, down
she’s wearing diamonds tonight
wintering in rouge chiffon
it is passion’s rage
flushing … face crimson red…
they claimed their prize…
velvety, dark, steamy…
the edge of lunacy teetering on a swiveling, ergonomic chair on wheels
felicitous flukes
the grated abyss has devoured it
be that as it may
buzzards prowl, circling
you can’t be serious
driving blind
unless it’s your life
skin tingled from the heat
so many stories left to tell
life, encapsulated
raindrops on pavement

~kat

A ReVerse poem 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.

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February 10, 2018

Night Rain

By Kat Myrman

greying starless nights
cool melancholy musings
raindrops on pavement

~kat

For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word, Star.

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February 10, 2018

Elemental Rain ~ A Cherita

By Kat Myrman

softly

daubs of hydrogen
and oxygen times two

raining
life, encapsulated
in droplets, bursting

~kat~

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February 10, 2018

A Lovely Obsession

By Kat Myrman

The quote “She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.”

~Terry Pratchett

A Lovely Obsession

I first met her when I was a child. I spent hours listening to her, drinking in tales of the love’s and lives of people I would never know, but whose dna coursed through my veins.

As I grew older I planned summer and winter breaks to be with her. She had so many stories left to tell and I couldn’t bear the thought of missing a single one.

Eventually, age and time began to take their toll. Her frame had weakened, and the light faded from her face. I moved nearby to be closer to her and continued my daily visits until the dreadful day when her voice was silenced by greedy real estate developers.

They drained her lovely moat and took a wrecking ball to her beautiful face, crumbling centuries of brick and mortar into a heap of dust. I watched, tears flowing down my face, as they loaded her into monstrous trucks, and hauled her away to a quarry, in order to build a resort on her sprawling estate.

They thought they had removed every trace of her, but I knew better. She was rooted in this place.

The hotel had barely opened its doors when rumors of hauntings spread. Patrons stopped coming. Eventually the new owners shuttered the doors of the resort for good.

I was happy to see it fail. Finally, I had her all to myself. Once again, I spent my evenings wrapped in the shadows of her abandoned corridors. After all, she had more stories to tell, and I couldn’t bear the thought of missing a single one.

~kat

A short story for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt inspired by the quote and collage above.

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