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March 9, 2026

a daily prompt I can relate to

By Kat Myrman

If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?


bouquet muted

though faded
they are beautiful 
a rose is 
and always will be
by any other

~kat

Happy National Caregivers’ Day

so…I missed it

I didn’t know that there’s a day, well, 
there was a day
commemorating caregivers
I might have been more intentional 
had I known
I might have taken time
to savor a cup of tea
finishing it, before it turned cold
I might have … oh, I don’t know
celebrated, a little. lit a candle,
cooked my favorite meal,
watched an entire movie…
I might have even taken a day off
an entire day, from my day job
just because…instead of saving
those hours…those days for appointments
for those unexpected plot twists
when showing up is not an option, 
when being there is all that matters
because I love them…

it’s just as well, not to have wasted 
eight hours paid, to sleep most of them, 
because you know that’s what I would do
sleep…then apologize 
for sleeping, for taking a break,
for trying to remember 
my dreams upon waking, 
only to realize 
I stopped dreaming years ago

so, happy belated caregiver day…me

for better or for worse, 
you know
I said those words, out loud
decades ago
and I meant them

just knowing that there was a day 
even if I missed it
softens the load, 
gives me a brief glimmer, 
reminds me of how strong I am
and how fragile
just knowing

maybe next year…

~kat

Just knowing that there was a day to remember caregivers gave me a moment’s pause, a smile, and the realization that somewhere in the universe there was someone who thought it was important enough to let me, and others like me, know that they see us and appreciate us. As glimmers go, you can’t get much better than that. Well, you could, I suppose, but this one feels pretty darn good!

Much love, peace, glimmers, and gentle care for those who care…

~kat

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September 28, 2025

day 269 & day 270

By Kat Myrman 
just a glimpse 

I imagine you there
just beyond the mist at dawn
your voice singing softly…
or is it the birds, the breeze 
sifting through the tree leaves
a lovely chorus of life living
that reminds me of you
the fog, a taste of heaven
dusting the ground in these hills 
like a veil, allows me a glimpse
of heaven…if heaven were a place

~kat

——————-

in all ways

strange 
how hearing your voice
melts
the time and distance.
it matters not how long it has been
or how
far…me here and you there
one word transports us
to that place 
where time disappears

~kat

It’s been a very busy weekend. But I wanted to leave you with these tiny glimmers. Much love, peace, and glimmers to you

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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April 25, 2019

it can’t be winter…NaPoWriMo 2019 #25

By Kat Myrman

it can’t be winter…

if I believed the calendar, the wavering
in my stride, my fading memories, the
thinning of my hair and skin, I might
be convinced that it is winter, as you say
but my heart still sings sweet odes to
spring, of quiescent vales greening,
blooming buds, air fragrant with lilacs
and honeysuckle, it was only yesterday
a robin called my name and it was
dawn, I am sure of it, the day flushed
with golden haze, the breeze a-buzz
with the hum of honeybees, of gardens
laden with tubers, beans and peas,
it could be summer after all, my heart’s
refrain, a reverie of endless days, of salty
air and sand, tree leaves pitapatting in
the wind, like the sound of my children’s
tiny feet, growing heavier with each passing
day, it can’t be winter yet, I’ve still so much
to do and say, no matter that the night
is looming, there are dreams yet to
be realized, a reckoning, as chill sets
in, a letting go, a harvesting, how like
the autumn trees I cling to every turning
leaf until it’s time to let them go, now
that I mention it, it must be fall, it can’t
be winter yet…and yet…I saw a snowflake
flutter by, it caught my eye, suspended,
drifting slowly, I suspect a few more
still, and in the silent winter white perhaps
I write; I’ll weave a tapestry of spring, of
summer, and of fall, time slipping through
my hands like sand, I’m tired, I admit it,
how beautiful, how still, the muffled hills
look dressed in snow, how blessed am
I to be here still to see it ‘fore I go

~kat

For NaPoWriMo 2019 Prompt #25:
write a poem that:

  • Is specific to a season
  • Uses imagery that relates to all five senses (sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell)
  • Includes a rhetorical question, (like Keats’ “where are the songs of spring?”)

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April 18, 2019

adipose complex – NaPoWriMo #18

By Kat Myrman

adipose complex

in the beginning, she tasted like
mother’s milk, warm, soothing, sweet
later she was peas, skins popping, soft
centers bursting, then grainy niblets
of pear pulp dancing on my tongue,
I learned to suckle at her breasts
to assuage my longing in times of
sadness, times of fear, when grandpa
died, when mom got sick, through
homelessness, extended stays with
neighbors and distant relatives,
divorce, remarriage, divorce, empty
nests, suicide, illness, and more death,
she started to taste salty, bitter, hot,
my palate craved her sweetness, all
the more, chocolate bits and cake, lots
of cake, the more I ate the harder she
was to find, but I excused my gluttony
as ‘eating for two or three’, or ‘this
is my only vice’, ‘just one more bite’,
my angst only forced her into hiding
under expanding, ugly layers of
adipose flesh, a sick game of hide
and seek we played, of frenzied binges
then starving to see her emerge
again, however briefly, resolutions
declared yearly, only to be dashed
by valentine’s day, I miss her dearly,
but she and I are toxic twins, fighting
fiercely in futility, where no one wins,
I fear I have devoured her completely
after all these years, with nothing left but
her eyes, still recognizable, staring at me
from this old, fat woman in the mirror

~kat

For NaPoWriMo 2019 #18 Prompt: write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not through abstract words, but physical detail. This may not be a “fun” prompt, but loss is one of the most universal and human experiences, and some of the world’s most moving art is an effort to understand and deal with it.

 

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April 15, 2019

the things i would tell you, even though you already know…NaPoWriMo 2019 #15

By Kat Myrman

 

the things i would to tell you, even though you already know…

we’re comfortable in an old shoe kind of way,
like a warm sweater on a brisk autumn evening,
comfortable like a song you know all the words to,
or a favorite book with all the best parts earmarked for keeping.
i know every mole, every hair, the where and why’s of your tattoos,
and the way your nostrils flare when you’re angry,
you’re eyes of blue have flecks of grey and black that change
depending on the weather or candlelight…or moonlight…
my shoulders  remember warmth of your embraces,
my lips, your soft kisses, tasting of tobacco and spearmint,
your heart, with its rhythmic cadence comforts me, grounds me,
your soft breasts are a place where I could rest my head forever,
if you’d let me, if we had the time…twenty years  we’ve danced this dance
reading each other’s minds, finishing each other’s sentences…
you know they said it wouldn’t last but they don’t know you like I do
like an old worn out pair of shoes we are, with a few miles left before we’re through
~kat
(this one’s for T)

For NaPoWriMo 2019 #15 Prompt: write your own dramatic monologue.  It doesn’t have to be quite as serious as Browning or Shakespeare, of course, but try to create a sort of specific voice or character that can act as the “speaker” of your poem, and that could be acted by someone reciting the poem.

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