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August 11, 2019

Oviellejo #9-10

By Kat Myrman

Before I do my ReVerse, finishing up the week’s daily Oviellejo with a twofer…

when i was young i prayed from want
all show and pomp

out loud displays of vanity
to god from me

my private sugar deity
my ego’s plea

fix this or that, great thou and thee
and when things didn’t go my way
i cursed the sky, i fell astray
all show and pomp, to god from me, my ego’s plea

now that i’m older, i confess
i was a mess

if only i had paused to hear
when god came near

her gentle whisper in the wind
drawing me in

now i spend more time listening,
counting the blessings of each day
with every breath i breathe i pray
i was a mess when god came near drawing me in

all show and pomp to god from me, my ego’s plea
i was a mess when god came near drawing me in

~kat

The Oviellejo is an Old Spanish verse form (derived from ovillo, a ball of yarn). A stanza consists of 10 lines, with a rhyme scheme of AABBCCCDDC. The second line of each rhyme scheme, Line 2,4,6, is short line of up to 5 syllables. The last line is a “redondilla,” a “little round” that collects all three of the short lines.

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August 10, 2019

Oviellejo #8

By Kat Myrman

the dream is an illusion
mass confusion

memories of the good old days
lost in the haze

of wonder years that never were
where nothing’s sure

our hist’ry’s a romantic blur
where men were men and women, well…
enslaved in patriarchal hell
mass confusion lost in the haze where nothing’s sure

~kat

The Oviellejo is an Old Spanish verse form (derived from ovillo, a ball of yarn). A stanza consists of 10 lines, with a rhyme scheme of AABBCCCDDC. The second line of each rhyme scheme, Line 2,4,6, is short line of up to 5 syllables. The last line is a “redondilla,” a “little round” that collects all three of the short lines.

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August 9, 2019

Oviellejo #7 – it’s not normal

By Kat Myrman

it’s not normal

it’s become the new normal here
we live in fear

school children practice how to hide
safety denied

lame offerings of thoughts and prayers
proof pols don’t care

that danger’s lurking everywhere
they must protect gun owner’s rights
especially if the killer’s white
we live in fear, safety denied, proof pols don’t care

~kat

The Oviellejo is an Old Spanish verse form (derived from ovillo, a ball of yarn). A stanza consists of 10 lines, with a rhyme scheme of AABBCCCDDC. The second line of each rhyme scheme, Line 2,4,6, is short line of up to 5 syllables. The last line is a “redondilla,” a “little round” that collects all three of the short lines.

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August 7, 2019

Oviellejo #5

By Kat Myrman

when I am hanging by a thread
heart filled with dread

on darkest days, and longest nights
I seek the light

where shadows fall away from view
it helps me through

I think about what’s good and true
this life is not about extremes
for those who hope and dare to dream
heart filled with dread, I seek the light, it helps me through

~kat

The Oviellejo is an Old Spanish verse form (derived from ovillo, a ball of yarn). A stanza consists of 10 lines, with a rhyme scheme of AABBCCCDDC. The second line of each rhyme scheme, Line 2,4,6, is short line of up to 5 syllables. The last line is a “redondilla,” a “little round” that collects all three of the short lines.

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August 5, 2019

grief repeating – Monday with the Muse

By Kat Myrman
BlueMuse

Painting, “Blue” by Kat Myrman

grief repeating

even now, grief
repeats itself
whispering,
“what hope for
love survives
here”…

some
see only
dusty
reflections
in blue

~kat

A Blackout poem inspired by the poem below “Anne Frank Huis” by Andrew Motion.

Anne Frank Huis
by Andrew Motion
Even now, after twice her lifetime of grief
and anger in the very place, whoever comes
to climb these narrow stairs, discovers how
the bookcase slides aside, then walks through
shadow into sunlit room(s), can never help
 
but break her secrecy again. Just listening
is a kind of guilt: the Westerkirk repeats
itself outside, as if all time worked round
towards her fear, and made each stroke
die down on guarded streets. Imagine it—

four years of whispering, and loneliness,
and plotting, day by day, theAllied line
in Europe with a yellow chalk. What hope
she had for ordinary love and interest
survives her here, displayed above the bed
 
as pictures of her family; some actors;
fashions chosen by Princess Elizabeth.
And those who stoop to see them find
not only patience missing its reward,
but one enduring wish for chances
 
like my own: to leave as simply
as I do, and walk at ease
up dusty tree-lined avenues, or watch
a silent barge come clear of bridges
settling their reflections in the blue canal.

Andrew Motion, “Anne Frank Huis” from Coming In To Land: Selected Poems 1975—2015.  Copyright © 2017 by Andrew Motion.  Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers Inc..
Source: Coming In To Land: Selected Poems 1975—2015 (HarperCollins, 2017)

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