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June 7, 2020

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 7 June 2020

By Kat Myrman

Sculpture: Melancolie in Bronze by Artist, Albert György located in Geneva, Switzerland, photographed by Mary Friona-Celani of Buffalo, NY.

This week has been a bit exhausting. Emotionally. So I only have a few lines of reverse today. I wrote a few other pieces that never saw this blog, full of angst and snark. But nobody needs that. Not this week. Not ever. Black lives matter. And please don’t tell me all lives matter, because I don’t believe you. As long as we live in a society that judges people by the color of their skin, it’s clear we need to be specific. Black lives matter.

Keep safe. There’s still a pandemic out there. Be courteous. Wear a mask. And please be kind to one another. Peace and love all.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 7 June 2020

on the wind
I am a glimpse, a breath
I can’t begin to understand
they gathered in peace
there can be no peace
healing from trauma / a population asleep

~kat

A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary 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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June 3, 2020

enough

By Kat Myrman

A Cleave poem for today. Three poems in one. Read the first section top to bottom, then the next top to bottom and finally, read each line in full top to bottom.

enough

years of oppression / reeking of privilege
have led to this moment / opportunistic instigators
they gathered in peace / seeking to cause unrest
to appeal for change / their racism and hate exposed
to be treated equally / inflamed by an impotent president
to feel safe in their own country / take up arms
to take their place as citizens / there can be no peace
it is not too much to ask / as long as fear
basic, human dignity, justice / incites violence
healing from trauma / a population asleep
the American dream / seduced by lies of greatness
accessible to all / meant for the few
people of good will / the different others
stand beside their sisters and brothers / must be contained
enough is enough / kept in their place
the tide is changing / to make America great again

~kat

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June 2, 2020

mother to mother

By Kat Myrman

mother to mother

I can’t begin to understand
the everyday of life for you
I can’t begin to understand
I want to help, what should I do?
my privilege blinds me to your plight
the everyday of life for you
the fear that you must feel each night,
each time your children go outside
my privilege blinds me to your plight
your suffering, the tears you’ve cried
enough’s enough, the time has come
each time your children go outside
that all our kids are safe, not some
I hope you know I stand with you
enough’s enough, the time has come
for me to listen to your truth
I can’t begin to understand
I hope you know I stand with you
I can’t begin to understand

~kat

For today, a Terzanelle. Sculpture: Melancolie in Bronze by Artist, Albert György located in Geneva, Switzerland, photographed by Mary Friona-Celani of Buffalo, NY.

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June 1, 2020

white noise

By Kat Myrman

white noise

I am bones, marrow,
a song in mute, white
noise silence, a blank
nothing, my soul red,
I am a glimpse, a breath
I am undone by worry
turning to dust

~kat

A Blackout Poem inspired by the poem below by Afaa Michael Weaver.

Flux

I am a city of bones
deep inside my marrow,
a song in electric chords,
decrescendo to mute, rise
to white noise, half silences
in a blank harmony as all
comes to nothing, my eyes
the central fire of my soul,
yellow, orange, red—gone
in an instant and then back
when I am, for a glimpse,
as precise as a bird’s breath,
when I am perfect, undone
by hope when hope will not
listen, the moon wasting
to where I need not worry
that bones turn to ash,
a brittle staccato in dust.

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May 31, 2020

the rose

By Kat Myrman 

we need not crush 
the petals of the
rose to smell her 
sweetness...she bares 
her soul freely 
on the wind

~kat

Magnetic Poetry – Original Kit

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