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letting go

letting go

like the trees
it is time for me
to let go
of the child
broken, haunted by old ghosts
lingering poison

to wake up
get over myself
dance naked
in the breeze
less green but open-hearted
wild, brilliant joy

to heal
the trees will show me
the way home
their secret
all must die a bit each day
to live…let go…breathe

~kat
I have grown quite sick of myself…the wallowing in past wrongs, unresolved issues, the self-loathing practice of sabotaging myself time and again because…what if? I’m sorry, if you know me well, for dragging you along with me through the muck. Enough already. Maybe it’s the tug of the looming new moon, but I’m over being a victim. This moment, right here, right now I am determined to be a tree. The dead leaves I’ve clung to for so long serve me no purpose but to stifle me from fully embracing the coming spring. New beginnings happen every season. But you have to let go to taste them! 

A trio of Shadormas 3/5/3/3/7/5 a la Magnetic Poetry Online (The Poet’s Kit).

shade growing thin

shade growing thin 

how soft the sun’s light
bends through the trees
shade growing thin beneath
bare boughs lonely for
birds of summer, like
fall leaves, gone with the wind

~kat

A poem written with online magnetic poetry tiles using the Nature Kit. Digitally enhanced photo by Kat Myrman in October 2022. Hickory tree in the Bramlette Mountain foothills. 

stop and smell the roses

Photo courtesy of RoonZ-nl on Pixabay.com
“stop and smell the roses”

stop trying to please
and take some time for you to
smell spring’s sweetness in
the moments after the rain
roses misted, dressed in red

~kat

NaPoWriMo2022 -Day 6 Prompt: write a variation of an acrostic poem. But rather than spelling out a word with the first letters of each line, I’d like you to write a poem that reproduces a phrase with the first words of each line.

To challenge myself even more, this poem was created using Original Magnetic Poetry online in the format of a Tanka 😊

broken

morning has broken

me

the night lingering
into day…no
consolation when
death comes a-calling

~kat

Magnetic Poetry - Poet’s Kit
2022 has been the year of the reaper in our little menagerie. First to fall, our sweet 18-1/2 year old diva kitty, Casey, on January 14th and next to succumb, was our 8-1/2 year old hunk-o-love, big boy Maxwell on February 22nd. The gray sky and rain are cooperating oh too well with the drama of it all. I’m a bit of a mess, especially around mealtime. Two less bowls to fill…:( Hug your fur kids, your kid kids, your grandkids, big kids, little kids…or find a tree and hug that. You never know…you just never know…RIP my lovelies…
Casey
Maxwell

Magnetic Poetry Monday – 26 October 2020

I see red when I hear
their slow sad voices repeating
the lies of a fool who
secretly hates them;
their hearts poisoned by darkness.
It is of no use trying to
save them for they are long
gone…I must look away, smile,
and melt into blue.

~kat


Magnetic Poetry the Poet Kit.


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