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May 1, 2020

landlocked seafarer

By Kat Myrman

landlocked seafarer

like soft ocean waves, tree
leaves sing on windy days
‘neath a blue canopy
where the sun’s warm kisses
stir seashore memories,
a place far from the clay
where sand yields to the sea,
come away, come away,
imagine it with me

~kat

Happy May! – A little magic is appropriate for the month of May! I am exploring the possibilities of the Magic 9 poem – This 9-line poem doesn’t have any rules as far as meter or subject matter–just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba. (Or abracadabra with the r’s removed…though I may need to create my own variation for fun, with a refrain line inserted for the r’s. Stay tuned!)

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April 30, 2020

the year spring never came

By Kat Myrman

the year spring never came

if we had paid attention to the signs that long, wet
winter, we might have known that spring would never
come, even though nature took her cues from the
moon and sun, as remnants of frosting melted and gentle
rain drenched the dormant soil, seeds sprouted toward
the warmth, toward the light; soon clusters of creeping
buttercups, henbits, chickweed, wild violets, dandelions
and daffodils lulled us into believing that it was
spring, but I tell you, spring never came that year,
the world stopped spinning, life stopped living as
we peered at each other from across alley ways and live
chat screens, winter held fast as the reaper jumped
season mowing us down with his sickle, a harvest
of untouchables, legions of them stacked floor to
ceiling on ice, mourners left with nothing to show
for their sorrow…no, spring never came that year,
summer too, lost her luster to empty streets, abandoned
subways, beaches, and empty watering holes where
masked ghosts hurried about never mingling, mercifully
autumn stepped in bidding us to let go, let go, let go, let go…
as another winter loomed darker still, no mention of spring

~kat

For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 30: write a poem about something that returns.

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April 28, 2020

grotto dweller – NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 28

By Kat Myrman
grotto dweller floor of peat, canopy of evergreen subtle hint of musk golden sunlight streaming here, a wide-eyed girl could dream in solitary blissfulness this place where faerie folk assembled where the muse was e’er so near I spent hours listening to whispers on the breeze bumblebees, birdsong, leaves, a-flutter, in this place my heart soared ~kat
For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 28; Describe a bedroom from your past in a series of descriptive paragraphs or a poem. It could be your childhood room, your grandmother’s room, a college dormitory or another significant space from your life.

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April 26, 2020

Postcard from Here – NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 26

By Kat Myrman

(A snapshot of the gloaming from my front porch. If you can’t be here, this is the next best thing. Be sure your sound is turned on!)

Postcard from Here

how I wish that you were here
to watch the sunset with me
lull of night song in the air
under the hickory tree
we would talk for hours on end
over cups of jasmine tea
solve the world’s ills and then
retire to sleep, to dream

how I wish that you were here
to glimpse the sun’s first light
streaming through the junipers
it is such a lovely sight
with the mountains all around
scent of blossoms on the breeze
songbirds’ happy trills, the sound
of wind whistling through the trees

how I wish that you were here
to watch the sunset with me
to glimpse the sun’s first light
under the hickory tree

~kat

For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 26: Fill out, in five minutes or less, the following “Almanac Questionnaire.” Then, use your responses as to basis for a poem.

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April 26, 2020

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 26 April 2020

By Kat Myrman

Another Sunday, another week ahead, work from my home office/bedroom. I am grateful to be working. I am grateful for this shelter to shelter in, I am grateful that those whom I hold dearest on this earth have remained thus far untouched from the virus and are safe.

But oh, it is wearying to live with danger lurking just beyond the door. I wonder what will become of us if we break quarantine too soon. I wonder if it’s just a matter of time before we all get the virus. I wonder what life will be like on the other side, because the truth is, we’re just biding our time, doing the best we can, until this is over.

This has been a crash course in living in the moment, because that is all any of us truly have. I’m grateful for this moment. I’ve taken up a new practice. When I cannot sleep, I don’t count sheep; I count my blessings one by one. They offer me a glimmer of hope even on the darkest of nights.

Peace all! Keep safe. Stay well.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 26 April 2020

sometimes I see it flash as I pass by
the changing tide, the ceiling cracking
a veritable lament
the wind sighs
normal’s not normal anymore
unless you’ve been living underneath a rock
there beneath the juniper tree
the night looms black

~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. I use it as a review of the previous week.

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