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!
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 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 😊
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…
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.
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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