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January 23, 2025

day 23

By Kat Myrman 
winter dew 

we don’t call it dew
the winter ground is frosted
diamonds light the dawn

~kat

My little dog is an early riser, gently nudging me from my dreams with little taps on my chest, growing in urgency, at the crack of dawn. We have a fenced in yard but she insists that we venture past the gate for a proper walk several times a day. I don’t mind. Sometimes I need a break from whatever I am doing and it gets me out amongst the glimmers.

This morning was one of those times when I was touched immediately by predawn glimmers. Gabby and I donned our coats, and me, a scarf and hat as well, and out we went into the crisp, frigid air. I turned on my phone’s flashlight so we could see where we were going. That’s when I saw it. Countless glimmers glittering in the darkness on blades of grass surrounding me in twinkling lights. There was my glimmer. First thing, to start my day. 

This week has been getting darker by the day on the world stage. But here in my corner of the universe…at least for a moment’s pause, the dawn of day gave me glimmers, and reminds me that there are more to be found everyday in the hearts and eyes of fellow peacemakers. We needn’t stumble through the darkness alone. Glimmers of sanity and compassionate knowing shared between us, sometimes without saying a word, is the light that will keep us until the dawn. 

Peace, love, and glimmers to you,

~kat







				

				

				

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						January 20, 2025					
				

				
day 20 … a tiny glimmer

				

					By Kat Myrman				

				

					

Not gonna lie. Today is going to be a dark day for many of us. Sometimes we find glimmers deep inside. It’s worth guarding. To all keepers of the embers of hope, love, peace, justice…we are one. Hold onto the light so that others may find their way out of this present darkness. Peace, love and glimmers to you. 





And in the words of a great man whose life we commemorate today…





“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”





~Martin Luther King, Jr.










frozen over

I was there
the day hell
froze over
when demons raided
our hallowed halls
to crown their king
laughing
in the face 
of liberty
her torch 
extinguished
by the tears
of our mothers
as decades 
were blotted out
by a sharpie scribble
when the halls of justice
usurped by profiteers
sold their souls
and ours 
to the highest bidder
filling their pockets
with coins of bit
someday 
if my children’s
children’s, children
should wonder 
please tell them
I was there that day
face bitter to the wind
guarding the embers
of faith, hope, and love
in my soul
in my dna
that they might 
one day
find a spark
in their heart 
to lead them back
to the light

~kat - 20 January 2025 

				

				

				

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						January 12, 2025					
				

				
Day 12 – glimmer and grace

				

					By Kat Myrman				

				

					






deer at the bird feeders

how lovely, these three
deer friends happened by, their grace,
prompting me to breathe
we coexist peacefully
sisters from different mothers

~kat
















				

				

				

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						January 4, 2025					
				

				
Day 3…KISS

				

					By Kat Myrman				

				

					






KISS

it was an ordinary day
nothing special, but it was good
I wouldn’t change it if I could
I kept it simple you might say
nothing special, but it was good
it was an ordinary day

~kat
(Keep It Simple Stupid)










Sometimes a glimmer is realizing you don’t need an over the top, amazingly, magnificent, spectacular kind of day to feel alive. You just have to be…alive…and remember to breathe. 💚










Poetry Form: 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.

				

				

				

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						January 2, 2025					
				

				
Day Two

				

					By Kat Myrman				

				

					











she never was 

behind these insulated walls
I’ve everything I need, and all
manner of life’s pleasantries 
words spinning into poetry
books to read, trees for shade
an office where I work for pay
running water, air and heat
pillows, a soft place to sleep
the perfect view of dawn and dusk
I needn’t leave, but if I must
I make my ventures short and sweet
to gather mostly food to eat
the great pandemic sent me home
to work remotely on my own
this eremition’s grown on me
when time slips and I cease to be
will anyone remember me
no matter, i am quite content
to simply be, it’s time well spent 
behind these insulated walls
I’ve everything I need, and all

~kat










Today’s “glimmer” is the joy of learning a new word and applying it in verse! 

Eremition (eh-ruh-MIH-shun)
(n.) The act of gradually fading from the lives of others, not out of malice but a desire for solitude or renewal.

Example: Over the years, his eremition went unnoticed, until one day he was simply gone.

I saw this word in my social media feed. A new word to me. What a thrill it was to happen upon it. I found resonance with its meaning. Since migrating from a brick and mortar cubicle to work from home during the pandemic, I have enjoyed the solitary aspect of working remotely. I don’t miss the petty office politics, the gossip, the backbiting, the time sucking commute. I’m more productive. Truly. Who knew that making a living could actually support having a life?

				

				

				

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