Tag Archives: memories

September 16, 2025

day 257 ~ day late…after sleeping on it…

By Kat Myrman 
memories

past
grievances haunt
me
like unwelcome guests
that I thought I’d buried long ago
stirring
raw emotions
and words left unsaid
it was time…
finally time to heal

~kat

Spend time reminiscing with family and it’s bound to stir up all manner of ghosts from the past. Some memories are wonderful, and some not so. Our heart and mind decides when it’s time to dig up long-buried grievances, and then we have a choice. Shove it back into the grave we sealed it in decades ago, or give it voice, let it air, once and for all address the thing that has been gnawing away pieces of your heart even if, especially if you didn’t remember or realize it was there. 

Well that happened. And it was okay. No longer buried to fester in my subconscious, the healing can begin. This is the beauty and fierce connection of family, of shared blood and DNA. When I say it has been a good visit with my sister it has been all this and more. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers of healing to you. 

~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

As for glimmers, I’ll leave you with this little guy…

Mr. Toad of the Bramlett Mountain Foothills, Messenger of Coming Rain and Emotional and Spiritual Communication…and Healing…fancy that!✨💚✨

5 Comments   |  tags: , , , , , , , | posted in 2025, Digital Art & Photos, Essays, Life Lessons, nature, Pi-Archimedes, Poetry, Random Thoughts and Musings, Spirituality

August 31, 2025

day 240

By Kat Myrman 
walks with Gabby

the air is cooler
maple tree leaves are turning
memories of home

~kat

Being a Midwest kid who transplanted to the eastern mid and south Atlantic regions of this country had been a culture shock when life first took me east. We spent the day yesterday driving by old neighborhoods, schools, unrecognizable downtown buildings that have either deteriorated, been renovated, or are no longer standing, paved over into a parking lot. It’s very weird. I didn’t grow up here, my partner and our friend did. It was so entertaining for me to hear them talk about the old haunts, stories of their wild teenage years, teachers that made an impact on them, their families, friends, and to feel their joy when discovering that some of the old dive bars that they hung out at were still standing and open for business! Memories. It was wonderful to watch them tour down memory lane.

We ended the day at a wonderful restaurant. Good food, great company, and engaging conversation. Needless to say as exhilarating as the day was, I was exhausted by the end of it, but this trip has been so good for both of our souls. 

And we brought Gabby along too! She has been such a good little traveler. All around a good trip. Some of the interesting discoveries we have made on our walks around the hotel have been so interesting. So there are your glimmers. I know there is a skeleton of a small critter, maybe a squirrel, amidst the sights…I found it beautiful in the sense that it had been left undisturbed allowing nature to reclaim it along with the leaves now beginning to turn and fall around it. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

~kat

8 Comments   |  tags: , , , , , , | posted in 2025, Digital Art & Photos, Essays, Haiku, Life Lessons, Poetry, Random Thoughts and Musings, Spirituality

May 14, 2018

Magnetic Poetry Monday

By Kat Myrman

magpoetry

but for a few
faded old pictures,
I would never have
remembered those times
we were brilliant, dazzling souls
devouring life with feverish joy…
who are these smiling ghosts
staring at me, who wasted
their youth chasing after time…

~kat

Magnetic Poetry Poet Kit

8 Comments   |  tags: , , , | posted in Digital Art & Photos, Magnetic Poetry, Poetry, Random Thoughts and Musings

September 20, 2017

Life Music

By Kat Myrman

kat

Kat Myrman – Late 1990’s – South Central Virginia

Life Music

Before fiction, flash and poetry, before this blog, I wrote songs. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say, I heard songs in my head and had the good sense to write them down.

Pages and pages of rhyming words set to melodies filled my head; a gift from the universe, I had supposed, that sustained me during some of the hardest times of my life: poverty, domestic abuse, isolation. I was a troubadour then, performing for my supper, more often than not, in living rooms, nursing homes, hospital rooms and meeting halls.

I never truly considered them “my songs” because they seemed to come from somewhere outside of myself. In retrospect I realize that they were every bit me. My hopes, my dreams, my longings, wrapped mellifluously in simplicity to help me express what I was feeling, how things were and how they could be.

I still make music, but somewhere along the way I stopped singing the words. These days I hum, and that suits me just fine. The earth, the trees, the wind, the sea; they all hum. I’m content in knowing that I am in good company.

sometimes the words come
like an old friend, familiar,
they meant something once
more than a sweet melody
desire set to music

what a gift they were
those streams of consciousness
these days I just hum

~kat

A Haibun/Tanka/Haiku combo for Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, prompt words, song and gift.

38 Comments   |  tags: , , , , , , , , , , , | posted in Challenges and Writing Prompts, Digital Art & Photos, Haibun, Haiku, Poetry, Random Thoughts and Musings, Tanka

June 24, 2017

Guido

By Kat Myrman

It was still there, just as he remembered; that grotesque eagle statue that “looked like it had been spray painted gold”. Her words. She made him laugh. That’s when their eyes met and he found the courage to ask her to join him.

The cafe on the corner was gone. Well, the building was still there, but the space had become a trendy clothing shop.

It was crazy, but he was sure he could smell coffee in the air and a hint of her perfume. “Jasmine”, she had told him, like her name. Crazy.

“Jazz?” He whispered. But there was no one there.

So many things had changed since that day. They’d shared a wonderful life. Made a home, raised three amazing kids. He had always assumed he would go first. Fate didn’t agree.

So now here he was, fulfilling a promise that he would go back, have a coffee and check on their old friend, Guido, the eagle.

He tipped his hat toward the old bird. “It’s all your fault you know. If you hadn’t been so gawd awful looking she might never have noticed me.” Then he laughed out loud. “Thanks Jazzy girl. You knew I needed that.”

~kat
(200 Words)

For Sunday’s Photo Fiction challenge inspired by this photo by our host Al.

15 Comments   |  tags: , , , , | posted in Challenges and Writing Prompts, Flash Fiction, Under 300 Words