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spring dance

spring dance

everything
around me
blushes green

spring

trembles softly
there in the wings
even as frost
blankets the loam

dance

darling daffodils,
peepers and bluebirds
sing your happy songs
winter’s end is near
and spring won’t be long

~kat

As busy as I have been this year with work and caretaking, I could not let Pi Day pass without giving a new Pi inspired poetry form a go! It’s called a Cadae and incorporates the first 5 digits (3.1415). See the details below:

There are two styles of Cadae. (I chose the second style for today.)

1. strophic, written in 5 strophes of fixed but varied length.
S1 - 3 lines
S2 - 1 line
S3 - 4 lines
S4 - 1 line
S5 - 5 lines

2. Incorporating a syllabic element to the strophes in style #1.
S1 - 3 lines with 3 syllables per line
S2 - 1 line with 1 syllable in the line
S3 - 4 lines with 4 syllables per line
S4 - 1 line with 1 syllable in the line
S5 - 5 Lines with 5 syllables per line

the forest for the trees

the forest for the trees

I know they’re there
the golden hillside
the mountain vista
the endless blue sky
the sun
my memory
serves me well..
they’re there
but for today
heaven enfolds me
in her cool, damp cocoon
to savor the moment
to breathe, to sigh
to notice the trees
for the forest

~kat

daffodils in winter

daffodils in winter

it’s too soon
much too soon
my darling daffodils
to breach the loam
to dare to bloom
much, much too soon

i’m sorry dear, sweet daffodils
the mercury ascended
disguised itself as spring
to lure us from our winter wombs
to prey upon our longing hearts
tomorrow you will feel the sting
as winter rides the ides,
lurks, waiting in the wings
his frosty breath descending
to nip your golden face at dawn

but oh the hope you give my soul
weary from these long, long nights
spring tidings to you for today
may she not tarry long

~kat

the transparent forest

Bramlett Mountain just beyond the lattice veil on a brisk December morning. ~kat myrman 2022
the transparent forest

anything but bleak
season of lace-veiled slumber
secrets of summer
revealed, now dormant nests
and far-off mountain vistas

a backdrop for dreams
beauty in simplicity
where sky’s the limit

don’t sleep too soundly
there is so much to be gleaned
wisdom to ponder
when darkness overtakes us
frost bends the light like crystal

~kat

A tanka-haiku-tanka for the season.

A ReVerse Poem – Sunday, October 16, 2022

I thought this was a good time for a look back. Autumn has taken hold full force here on Bramlett Mountain, with the leaves blushing orange, gold, and crimson and the trees letting them go to ride the wind. The hummingbirds have set flight to the tropics. The days are growing shorter and the mornings are dusted lightly with frost. 

As I reflected on the past several months of poems that made it to the page despite my too busy life, I was struck by how moved I was to read the words again. It’s been an unsettling time for the world at large, and in my own corner of it, having let go yet another life-long companion to the rainbow. Four sweet souls this year. Gone. I don’t know that I have fully grieved for each of them as their departures came too soon…always too soon…before I could catch my breath, another and another.

Because of all this, it seems my writing is tinged with melancholy. And yet joy has a way of breaking through even in the darkest of times. Nature reminds us it’s time to let go, to slow down, to rest. I’m listening. How ripe am I for resting, for breathing deeply…for letting go!

A ReVerse Poem - Sunday, October 16, 2022

despair is like a tidal wave
there is not much that can be said
your dreams are clinging on the brink
the wind rushed trees, the sky, dark gray
there’s a special place in hell for you,
just beyond the veil, while we weep
joy breaks through
of resilience, audacity, of life..
as most lives go, pendulums swing
as the world grows darker by the day
the bitter and the sweet
you will wonder where time’s gone,
to embrace moments of joy,
how odd it feels
like a whisper summer fades
fall leaves, gone with the wind

~kat

A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. 

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