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Hearts of Stone

Hidden ‘midst a sea of stones
metamorphosis complete
formed of clay and sand and bone
Love’s reminder at our feet.

Metamorphosis complete
broken, chiseled, crystallized
Love’s reminder at our feet
heart-shaped, so to tempt our eyes.

Broken, chiseled, crystallized
centuries of harsh abuse
heart-shaped, so to tempt our eyes
revelations of the truth.

Centuries of harsh abuse,
grace assurance, sins atoned
revelations of the truth
sweet perfection set in stone.

Grace assurance, sins atoned
Love’s reminder at our feet
sweet perfection set in stone
metamorphosis complete.

kat ~ 14 May 2016
(A Pantoum Poem)


April Poetry Month – A Poem a Day #28

Today I am exploring the Reverse Poem. A Reverse Poem is a freeform verse. The masters of this form write lines and lines…I feel lucky to have pulled out 14! Here’s the definition: Reverse poetry is a poem that can be read forwards one way and have a meaning, but also be read backwards and have another different meaning. A type of ‘reverse‘ writing is called a palindrome. Palindrome comes from the Greek words “palin” (again or back) and “dramein” (to run).

As you can imagine it’s a bit tricky. I have seen other variations of this type of poem, the Palindrome (which is a mirror image poem with a break in between) and a form that some of you have tried this week from a NaPoWriMo Poetry challenge that prompted you to write a poem backwards (which also should be read from the bottom up). The Reverse Poem should be read top to bottom and then bottom to top and should have two different meanings. At any rate, here’s my try…I know this is another form that will take a bit of practice to master.

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Falling In and Out and In Love

I think
I love you
like the very first time
I heard your voice
my heart fluttered and
I caught you watching me
as you looked away, blushing
something changed
I’m not sure when it was, but
you don’t look at me
you hardly speak anymore and
I should tell you
I don’t think
I love you

kat ~28 April 2016


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 14 February 2016

 

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Photo Credit: Kat Myrman 2014

 

Happy Valentine’s Day Sunday! If I may wax poetic, this week’s ReVerse is rather poetic…poetic in its melancholic musings, sentimental walks down lanes of memories wrapped in chocolate and flowers. Did I plan this? Most certainly not! It is a game the Muse plays with me. How very clever of her, don’t you think?

Not to worry, the week wasn’t all sappy and sweet. There were hints of poetic justice as well. Enter the scoundrels…the handsome blind date (or was he just a rude stalker!), politicians (no comment…), time…if time was a scoundrel (I have no doubt that our modern electronic clocks have an evil plan to drive us all crazy!), scary nature (requiring a safety net of creature comforts for those brave souls who venture off the grid), the corporate scoundrel…jerk! creep! *#%%%*#!!!!! (forgive me…too soon), and finally Jack Frost (well, he was certainly implied. Soon to sweep the blush from the daffodils.) As exciting as all this has been…what do I do? I take photographs!

I’m going to digress for a bit…but I promise to bring it home…trust me.

The greatest technology of the 21st Century for me is the phone camera! A few decades ago, I did labor in the bowels of my amber-lit basement, elbow deep in smelly chemicals developing my own photographs. Editing required cutting and pasting (really!…cutting with scissors and pasting with glue), re-photographing and developing. All things being digital has opened up a whole new world to us all.

But here’s the thing…yes, there is a thing…

My last story this week reminded me of a lost art that needs a revisit…letter writing. Lovely handwritten notes on pretty paper penned by one’s favorite pen (for me it is a fountain pen loaded with cerulean blue ink). I even read last week that schools are considering dropping cursive writing lessons from their curriculum! A very sad turn of events indeed!

And so as I look forward to next week, I’m planning to pen a few letters to those friends who do not frequent social media…and maybe even a few who are digitally savvy. I have become woefully out of touch with them. What better day for inspiration than today, Valentine’s Day!  Join me if you’d like. If there is one thing I’ve learned in life it is this, those who love you don’t want your chocolates or flowers…they want your words…<3

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 14 February 2016

A treasured timepiece,
here or hereafter.
sweet dreams to all you dreamers.
They are forever etched on my heart
She always reserved room for chocolate.
He knew she was lying.
fair blooms in waiting.
you certainly cannot win
abstaining from all pleasure
take a moment to breathe
proving their own lack.
She had the last laugh.
to appear able
a luddite’s nightmare!
But not without a backpack of creature comforts.
He took credit for her work.
So I took a photograph for you.

~ kat

If you’re new to this blog, a bit of background to explain the verse above. It is a line from each poem or prose from the previous week. Lifted and placed in the order written. A snapshot review of the week. It helps me to prepare for the upcoming week with a clean slate.


Zoe

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Zoe – Photo by MCB – 2015 (Zoe is my grand-daughter <3)

in luminescent innocence
she dances on her chubby toes
humming a tune she just made up
punctuated by sweet giggles

tumbling into a slump of joy
in luminescent innocence
wide-eyed wondering why’s and what’s
to feed her curiosity

i could watch her hours on end
play pretending teatime for two
in luminescent innocence
how she captures fully, my heart

on this plane for only three years
how did we manage without her
cute curly top with attitude
in luminescent innocence

kat ~ 7 January 2016

A new poetry form to practice. This one called a Quatern. A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fourth line of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line. It does not have to be iambic or follow a set rhyme scheme.

line 1
line 2
line 3
line 4

line 5
line 6 (line 1)
line 7
line 8

line 9
line 10
line 11 (line 1)
line 12

line 13
line 14
line 15
line 16 (line 1)

Thank you to Jane Dougherty for this inspiring and beautiful poetry style and challenge. I do hope I did it justice. If you would like to read other Quaterns or try writing one yourself, please visit Jane’s blog by clicking HERE.


A Beautiful Obsession


My love for you began
before I understood that
you would be a life-long
obsession. You wooed me
with promises of blissful
release, and pledged to
sustain me, encouraging
me to use you whenever
I had need. You tickled
my ears with sweet
nothings, encouraging
me to dance, to twirl
through lyrical dips and
curves that left me
breathless and wanting
for more.

You held nothing back,
revealing your fierce
passion and power to
rattle and persuade, cool
and cunning, cutting me
to the heart with
razor-like precision.
It only made me love
you more, drawing me
deep, with a yearning to
trace every syllable of
your complexity, fingers
trembling with each
touch, you became
an empty open book
begging to be filled.

Beautiful, beautiful
Words…if you must
know, you had me at
“hello”.

kat ~ 12 September 2015

(This poem was featured on Women’s Spiritual Poetry Blogspot on October 6, 2015)