1- pressure gently drops, old knees ache before the storm— barometer groans
2- barometers drop— inciting my knees to sing sadly, out of tune
3- storm brews in my bones— barometer dips, aching echoes through the rain
Haiku Fun with AI (ChatGPT).
As I write today’s glimmer post with poem, I am once again feeling a bit under the changing weather. My sinuses do not like barometric changes in the atmosphere, nor do my joints! So I decided to do a simple haiku on the topic.
And just for fun I asked Chat GPT/AI to write a haiku on the topic: barometers and knee pain. Can you tell me which haiku is AI generated and which is penned by yours truly? 😊
I have to admit AI is an amazing tool. But don’t worry, you won’t find me deferring to AI to write my poetry. It is the creative process that feeds my soul! In case you’re wondering, my haiku is featured in the artwork below.
Much love, peace, and authentic glimmers to you!!!
I’m a bit late to the 2024 party. As fate would have it, I was exposed to not just one, but two nasty viruses on Christmas Day at a family gathering. First to darken my door was the flu…a nasty strain this year…and then, just as I was feeling human again a week later, on New years Day, COVID finally got me (a first for me). I suppose I’ve joined the herd. If not for the booster I got last November, the doc said I might not have faired as well as I did. Still it was not how I planned on ringing in the new year! Anyhow…we’ve been snowed in for a bit…things finally melting, and I snapped this view out my front door this evening. It blew me away. I am so grateful for the beauty that surrounds me. For each sunrise and sunset. I hope you and yours are well.
Before I close out this post, I must share another view of the photo above. I applied a mirror filter to it and lo and behold, there she was right there reminding me Gaia, (as I imagine her at this time of year) sleeping amongst the roots, deep underground waiting for spring! What a gift this slight of photo editing produced! Isn’t she amazing!!! If you look at the original, you’ll see her peeking out at you. Sometimes it takes a mirror to see things more clearly.
It’s a reminder to me that it’s okay to rest (I’ve rested a lot this year). A new year need not be tackled all at once. We have 365 (actually 366 days this year) to live the promise of 2024.
I wrote a little haiku too. Of course I did! Peace and much love to you!
gaia suspended
deep beneath the snow she slumbers, dreaming of spring winter lingers long
a bonded pair of mourning doves ~ photo by Kat Myrman ~ 2023
Today’s Reverse draws its inspiration from each stanza from the past week since I fell out of my daily cadence for a few days. Sometimes my hard drive just needs a reboot or two to stop spinning. I hate that sound, the whirring out of control ringing, causing my RAM to scatter as my operating system slowly glitches to a crashing blank monitor. Yep, reboot is the only remedy when this happens. Or, in case you’re not following my geeky summarization, identifying the need for intervention, self care, deep breathing, very long naps, several of them.
So that’s how our week went…high anticipation…tentative, compounding disappointment, biting reality suckiness…high anticipation, again, tinged with trepidation, disappointment looming, biting reality suckiness…my beloved and I, as her caretaker, learning the hard truth that life will not be going as planned, and me racking my brain for plan D, E, F or G…I’ve lost count. To be honest we’re long past A, B and C. The villain? A rare disorder called CRPS (aka an incurable chronic disorder comprised of angry nerves and excruciating, unmitigated pain). I don’t know how she endures this day in and day out. She inspires me every day as she shows up to life. As for me…I’m girding my loins…I’m not really sure what that means, but I’m girding nonetheless, for the battle ahead in search ways to manage this, our new normal, for meaningful treatment, and ultimately for a cure. Plot twists are a bitch! Through it all we remain optimistic, and hopeful, and grateful for each breath. It’s life. It’s our life.
Oh…did I mention that I was privileged to witness the Carolina fledglings take their first flight? There was that too this week. 💚
I hope this finds you and those you love healthy and happy. Find someone…anyone really, and hug them. They probably need it. 💚
ReVerse Poem ~ Sunday, 6 August 2023
I’ve settled softly into my skin lulling sleeping fools along I’d dream of sleep, if only slow drip, struggle is all I know the cow jumped over the moon but what’s a truth seeker to do nothing’s left to be debated signs are everywhere, can’t miss it deceived by the cool breeze at dawn
~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.
Do you ever wonder if other generations faced times like these? The growing polarization, mass shootings, book banning, rewritten history, hatred, lies, lost rights and freedoms for certain groups, unprovoked conflicts, injustice…I’m sure there are more grievances to be listed here. I’m exhausted just thinking about it. But we humans have been around for eons. We have survived, plagues, unscrupulous leaders, civil wars, injustice, crusades, and the like before, and I dare say we will survive this chapter of our checkered history.
If you think this time is something new, it’s not really. A different cast of characters and situations perhaps but it’s the same fatal flaws that have plagued previous generations. We say that those who don’t know history are doomed to repeat it. It’s simpler than that really. History repeats itself again and again because we are who we are. Humanity hasn’t changed much, just the scenery. So what does that say about us? Hang in there…don’t lose hope…we’ll get through this season. If history can repeat itself, so can our resiliency to emerge, to overcome and to thrive! Peace to you…we’ve got this!
A ReVerse Poem Sunday, 9 July 2023
I should take shelter but I’m transfixed by an an invitation to pause, to breathe, to be freedom for the chosen at least to me it’s not a thing a flash of crimson caught my eye we say we miss the good old days no amount of sun will burn this fog away
~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.
What a surprising ReVerse this week, with so many things changing in our world. And not entirely for the better here in the U.S. Don’t worry, I’ll refrain from spelling that all out here. Those who are “woke” are experiencing lucid nightmares and those who aren’t are having wet dreams. Enough said.
At any rate, a lot of change is happening. Wildfires in Canada are sending smoke signals south of the border connecting us despite our attempts to set ourselves apart. We are humanity. One world. All of us reaping what we have sown. And in the midst of all this, life goes on. An update on the wren family who took up residence in my peace lily pot…we’re expecting…twins!!! I’ll keep you posted. Nature has not always been kind to the fledglings who got their start in the eaves and hollows around my house. We’re hoping for a healthy brood this time.
And I am hoping this post finds you happy, healthy, and hopeful. Never lose hope dear friends. Nature has a way of reminding us what is important if we forget.
Peace and happiness to you!
~kat
A ReVerse Poem ~ 2 July 2023
braced against winds of change toes dug deep in sand where it’s cool we breathe the same air inhaling deeply, exhaling slowly daubs of blood and nectar eating up memory making peace in the lily pot
~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.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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