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June 12, 2019

Sevenling (life emerging) – 12 June 2019

By Kat Myrman

Sevenling (life emerging)

life is emerging in the nooks and
hollows, it’s singing from the eaves
of my century old home

house finch hatchlings beaks agape
kittens, four of them, three white,
one black under the porch

a mourning dove coos from the cable line

~kat

(True story…😊)

The elements of the Sevenling are:
1. a heptastich, a poem in 7 lines made up of 2 tercets followed by a single line. metered at the discretion of the poet.
2. unrhymed.
3. composed with 3 complimentary images in the first tercet and 3 parallel images in the second tercet. The end line is a juxtaposed summary of the 2 parallels, a sort of “punchline”.
4. the poem should be titled “Sevenling: (first few words of poem).

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June 11, 2019

Sevenling (spent years) – 11 June 2019

By Kat Myrman

Sevenling (spent years)

I have spent years…decades
surviving, on too little sleep
working a job to make ends meet

Burning the candle at both ends
too little time for leisure (what’s that?)
and long conversations with friends

joy etched in smile lines and stretch marks

~kat

The elements of the Sevenling are:
1. a heptastich, a poem in 7 lines made up of 2 tercets followed by a single line. metered at the discretion of the poet.
2. unrhymed.
4. composed with 3 complimentary images in the first tercet and 3 parallel images in the second tercet. The end line is a juxtaposed summary of the 2 parallels, a sort of “punchline”.
5. the poem should be titled “Sevenling: (first few words of poem).

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June 10, 2019

Whispering from the Muse

By Kat Myrman

left wanting

left wanting…

for the flowers,
just being was
enough…to be sweet,
to be part of the clay,
and before clay,
being earth, and
before earth, nothing

but then
the flowers
wished very hard
to grow wings
and for
something
to sing

~kat

A Blackout Poem inspired by the poem below:

The Origin of Birds
By Nicole Callihan

For hours, the flowers were enough.
Before the flowers, Adam had been enough.
Before Adam, just being a rib was enough.
Just being inside Adam’s body, near his heart, enough.
Enough to be so near his heart, enough
to feel that sweet steady rhythm, enough
to be a part of something bigger was enough.
And before the rib, being clay was enough.
And before clay, just being earth was enough.
And before earth, being nothing was enough.
But then enough was no longer enough.
The flowers bowed their heads, as if to say, enough,
and so Eve, surrounded by peonies, and alone enough,
wished very hard for something, and the wish was enough
to make the pinecone grow wings; the wish was enough
to point to the sky, say bird, and wait for something to sing.