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February 11, 2018

Cherita 11 and a half

beware the quick nap

the nod, the doze
seeking REM on the fly

only to wake hours later
a sweaty blob in a puddle of drool
REM interrupted

~kat~

This is the moderated version of today’s mind cloud. I thought better of posting my initial Cherita after sleeping on it a brief bit. You are spared. Today’s entry could have been a vile drip from the recesses of my brain…

only the finest

expletives
rip from my sharpe tongue

giving a damn often leads to losing one’s shit
but it is the exquisitely satisfying fucking, fucked, flying fuck
that illustrates my delicate emotions magnificently

oops, did I just ‘write’ that…out loud?!!!

It’s been one of those days…

no filter

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February 10, 2018

Elemental Rain ~ A Cherita

By Kat Myrman

softly

daubs of hydrogen
and oxygen times two

raining
life, encapsulated
in droplets, bursting

~kat~

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November 20, 2017

A Few Minutes

By Kat Myrman

One of those Monday’s with few minutes to spare, and so, a few Minute poems (8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4/aabb, ccdd, eeff)for Jane Dougherty’s ‘A Month with Yeats’ – Day Twenty, Poetry Challenge inspired by the verse below from Yeats’ poem, ‘The Old Age of Queen Maeve’. The painting is Ivan Bilibin‘s illustration to a Russian fairy tale about the Firebird, 1899.

‘out of the dark air over her head there came

a murmur of soft words and meeting lips.’—W.B. Yeats

breath to death

in dim-lit sterile cells we wait
to meet our fate
the reeper’s sweep
our souls to keep

medicated interventions
good intentions
stripped dignity
dis-harmony

we rage against eternity
our destiny
is but a breath
to peaceful death

Branded

it’s comes to ‘do you believe them?’
all the women
nothing to lose
who claim abuse

for if you side with privileged men
know in the end
you’ll share their shame
for selfish gain

it really does come down to this
you can’t dismiss
you’ll wear the brand
of where you stand

~ kat

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November 4, 2017

Counting Shleeeph

By Kat Myrman

For the sake of keeping in step with Jane’s Challenge “A Month with Yeats” – Day 4, I offer this silly little verse. I had been working on a lovely, mystical yarn on and off today, and dozed for a second with my finger pressed on the cursor, deleting all but a few words. Gone forever! Of course I couldn’t remember what I had written, and with the day fading, I plunked these lines together to satisfy the task at hand. I’m not as happy with it as I had planned to be…but maybe that is the point of Yeats’ words, in the prompt for today:

“…till the morning break

And the white hush end all but the loud beat

Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet.” W.B. Yeats

I’ve sensed their presence late at night
swooning close to count my breathing
‘midst restless dreams and tiny deaths
until the dawn

I don’t know if they are angels,
faerie folk or something grim
every night I reap their favor…
another day

won’t say I am superstitious
but just in case they’re listening
I say a prayer my soul to keep;
it doesn’t help me sleep…for that
I count some sheep

~kat

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April 28, 2016

April Poetry Month – A Poem a Day #28

By Kat Myrman

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.

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