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If You Need To Ask

if you need to ask what freedom is

you’re not

drape yourself in stars and stripes

do whatever you feel like

hate the man, yeah! go on strike

if you need to ask…

count your pennies, buy more stock

build great walls, install more locks

it only matters who’s on top

what freedom is…

could declare your independence

time is wasted being decent

cash your chips before they’re spent

if you need to ask…

claim your rights, take up your arms

speak your mind, raise false alarms

before the others do you harm

you’re not…

grab what’s yours while you still can

change the rules and take command

always have the upper hand

if you need to ask what freedom is

you’re not


Had been tweaking this in response to call for poems about freedom. It was too long for the call, but I’m going with it just the same. My blog space will do just fine. 😊

Fear – A Quinzaine

“They Know Not” – Watercolor Painting by Kat Myrman

Fear makes us do crazy things.
What frightens you most?
Are you free?

~ kat – 4 February 2017

I am full of questions now. Here is another quinzaine to ponder …

“Pro Life” is a misnomer.
Is life eternal?
What is death?

~ kat – 4 February 2017

Wow! This poetry form is like a brain worm! It might even be the key to solving the world’s woes!!! More questions…

Happiness is everything.
What makes you happy?
Glass half full?

~ kat – 4 February 2017

Okay…one more. Then I need to turn off my inquiring mind. I have things to do today!

We can never know the truth.
Is truth absolute?
Do you think?

~ kat – 4 February 2017

The Quinzaine 

This poetry form is one I’ve never tried before. Warning…it can be addictive once you give your deepest questions a voice. Don’t let its brevity fool you. This seemingly simple 15 syllable French poetry form is one powerful little dynamo. Here is a bit from Shadow Poetry explaining what makes a quinzaine a quinzaine, in case you want to give it a try:

“The English word quinzaine come from the French word qunize, meaning fifteen. A quinzaine is an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables. 

These syllables are distributed among three lines so that there are seven syllables in the first line, five in the second line and three in the third line (7/5/3). The first line makes a statement. The next two lines ask a question relating to that statement.”

Fly Sweet Lady, Fly


Photo by Ben Rossett

It was the perfect place to celebrate her life.

Family and friends gathered, gushing happy memories, laughing, crying; all brought together by the love of their sister, friend, wife, mother, aunt, grandma and great gran.

Some would insist it was the wind, but a handful of us will always believe it was her, never passing up the chance for a swing under the great oak tree that she loved.

kat ~ 14 October 2016

For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge inspired by this photo by Ben Rosett.

Freedom – Three Day Quote Challenge – Day 3

This has been a really enjoyable three days. I really do like gleaning for quotes. It gets the brain clicking and inspires. For the third and final day in honor of election season here in the US I chose the word Freedom. Some say freedom isn’t free…that freedom is a right…or that it is never given freely, and must be earned or taken…while others say that it is a state of mind or an attitude: one is free the minute they believe they are. It’s a topic that many have an opinion on including the great minds I’m sharing with you today (I got carried away…there are more than three!). At any rate I hope that on this 21st day of July you have the freedom to be or at least friends and loved ones around you to remind you that you do. 🙂

Thanks again to Elsie for nudging me to take up the challenge. If you decide to post a quote of your own, be sure to ping me. 🙂



a poem for those who wander…

to ride the wind
like a whirligig
in the browning
stage of life…to
spin adrift on
the vortex of one’s
own imagining, having
snapped free from
the tip of rooted
branches that burrow
deep into the heart…to
drift to earth only to
split asunder…and
when all seems
lost, to explode
into rooting tendrils
reaching deep
deep, deep…
sometimes one
must abandon
surrender in free
dizzy-ing fall,
to find home.

kat 2015

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