she dresses in sunlight and lace raiment once green now rose-gold hued thinning skin, her bones showing through facing eternity with grace raiment once green now rose-gold hued she dresses in sunlight and lace
~kat
And yet another treasure discovered in these 2 acre woods here under the shadow of Bramlett Mountain…a young sycamore tree, her leaves fading in this hot summer heat. More lessons to be gleaned from this natural wonderland I call home! Happy Saturday to you!
The Biolet
The biolet was invented by the Brazilian poet Filinto de Almeida and first appeared in print in his book Lyrica in 1887. It is a six line poem where the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme is ABbaBA (with the capital letters representing the repeated lines). Most of Almeida’s original biolets in Portuguese were in iambic tetrameter (8 syllables), but you could also try iambic pentameter (10 syllables), iambic hexameter (12 syllables), and unmetered lines of random lengths as well.
I found this hollow hallowed loam while walking by the forest’s edge just beyond the blackberry hedge a place once used by fawning doe while walking by the forest’s edge I found this hollowed hallow loam
I paused a spell to take it in underneath the juniper tree space enough for two or three this shelter from the rain and wind underneath the juniper tree I paused a spell to take it in
when my soul’s in need of healing you might find me nestled here where kindred faerie folk and deer hiddled ‘neath the emerald ceiling you might find me nestled here when my soul’s in need of healing
~kat
I missed a day and had planned to stray a wee bit by expanding this one stanza 6-line micropoem to two…but then it was clear I needed three stanzas to give it proper due. At any rate this is a real place that I found last night while walking on the wood’s edge. What a find! I discover something new to fill my soul every day. I hope you too happen upon a treasure like this wherever you are. Miracles are everywhere! 😊 Peace to you!
The Biolet
The biolet was invented by the Brazilian poet Filinto de Almeida and first appeared in print in his book Lyrica in 1887. It is a six line poem where the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme is ABbaBA (with the capital letters representing the repeated lines). Most of Almeida’s original biolets in Portuguese were in iambic tetrameter (8 syllables), but you could also try iambic pentameter (10 syllables), iambic hexameter (12 syllables), and unmetered lines of random lengths as well.
don’t ask unless you want to know I’m over it…won’t over-share with busybodies who don’t care a pleasant “fine” is all they’re owed I’m over it…won’t over-share don’t ask unless you want to know
~kat
The Biolet
The biolet was invented by the Brazilian poet Filinto de Almeida and first appeared in print in his book Lyrica in 1887. It is a six line poem where the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme is ABbaBA (with the capital letters representing the repeated lines). Most of Almeida’s original biolets in Portuguese were in iambic tetrameter (8 syllables), but you could also try iambic pentameter (10 syllables), iambic hexameter (12 syllables), and unmetered lines of random lengths as well.
storms rarely come without warning a blustery wind, an angry glare thunder rolling, an icy stare chilled to bone, red sky at morning a blustery wind, an angry glare storms rarely come without warning
~kat
The Biolet
The biolet was invented by the Brazilian poet Filinto de Almeida and first appeared in print in his book Lyrica in 1887. It is a six line poem where the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme is ABbaBA (with the capital letters representing the repeated lines). Most of Almeida’s original biolets in Portuguese were in iambic tetrameter (8 syllables), but you could also try iambic pentameter (10 syllables), iambic hexameter (12 syllables), and unmetered lines of random lengths as well.
a bonded pair of mourning doves ~ photo by Kat Myrman ~ 2023
Today’s Reverse draws its inspiration from each stanza from the past week since I fell out of my daily cadence for a few days. Sometimes my hard drive just needs a reboot or two to stop spinning. I hate that sound, the whirring out of control ringing, causing my RAM to scatter as my operating system slowly glitches to a crashing blank monitor. Yep, reboot is the only remedy when this happens. Or, in case you’re not following my geeky summarization, identifying the need for intervention, self care, deep breathing, very long naps, several of them.
So that’s how our week went…high anticipation…tentative, compounding disappointment, biting reality suckiness…high anticipation, again, tinged with trepidation, disappointment looming, biting reality suckiness…my beloved and I, as her caretaker, learning the hard truth that life will not be going as planned, and me racking my brain for plan D, E, F or G…I’ve lost count. To be honest we’re long past A, B and C. The villain? A rare disorder called CRPS (aka an incurable chronic disorder comprised of angry nerves and excruciating, unmitigated pain). I don’t know how she endures this day in and day out. She inspires me every day as she shows up to life. As for me…I’m girding my loins…I’m not really sure what that means, but I’m girding nonetheless, for the battle ahead in search ways to manage this, our new normal, for meaningful treatment, and ultimately for a cure. Plot twists are a bitch! Through it all we remain optimistic, and hopeful, and grateful for each breath. It’s life. It’s our life.
Oh…did I mention that I was privileged to witness the Carolina fledglings take their first flight? There was that too this week. 💚
I hope this finds you and those you love healthy and happy. Find someone…anyone really, and hug them. They probably need it. 💚
ReVerse Poem ~ Sunday, 6 August 2023
I’ve settled softly into my skin lulling sleeping fools along I’d dream of sleep, if only slow drip, struggle is all I know the cow jumped over the moon but what’s a truth seeker to do nothing’s left to be debated signs are everywhere, can’t miss it deceived by the cool breeze at dawn
~kat
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.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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