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slaughtered history – NaPoWriMo #5

slaughtered history

it was the age of foolishness1
that’s what the history books will say
all this happened, more or less2

they’ll paint us crazy, dupes at best,
the folks who lost their minds and way
it was the age of foolishness1

mistreatment of the poor, oppressed,
innocents lost, locked away
all this happened, more or less2

our frozen hearts put to the test
found wanting, as we vowed to pray
it was the age of foolishness1

leaving future kin to guess
how we, so easily were swayed
all this happened, more or less2

leaving them a bloody mess
with astronomical debt to pay
it was the age of foolishness1
all this happened, more or less2

~kat


Not my favorite form, though I might have liked it better if not for so many added restraints on the form. Still I managed to pen a villanelle: A1bA2 abA1 abA2 abA1 abA2 abA1A2 where letters (“a” and “b”) indicate the two rhyme sounds, upper case indicates a refrain (“A”), and superscript numerals (1 and 2) indicate Refrain 1 and Refrain 2,  for NaPoWritMo #5 Prompt: write a poem that incorporates at least one of the following: (1) the villanelle form, (2) lines taken from an outside text, and/or (3) phrases that oppose each other in some way.

Outside Verse References:
1-Tale of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
2-Slaughterhouse-Five – Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

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It’s Been Three Weeks, But Who’s Counting? – NaPoWriMo #3

Just Three Weeks, But Who’s Counting

it’s been three weeks, actually,
19 days, 6 hours and 27 minutes since
the spot made its villainous appearance,
19 days, 6 hours and 29 minutes since
“your doctor will be calling you,” the
technician said, careful not to spoil
the surprise…but she knew…she knew

what a wonderful day it was, it will
be etched in my memory forever, one
day I’ll say I knew her when…my
granddaughter, she was magnificent
in her school play…it wasn’t a speaking
part, mind you, but her portrayal of a
tree in the wind…it was breathtaking. I cried.

it was a voicemail on my phone,
a nurse, “doctor so and so would like you
to come in to the office this afternoon”…not
unexpected, the technician had warned
me, she had such a nice smile, kind eyes,
around my age, I’m thinking, we talked
about smart phones as she tugged my
floppy breasts onto an ice-cold plate to be
smashed for their photo shoot, “hold your
breath, 3…2…1” …funny how communication
has changed over the years…

the meeting is at 9:30 tomorrow,
I’ll assemble all the slides for the deck,
clean them up and send them to the
team for a final walk-through…btw…
I need to take a few hours this afternoon
I’ll have my phone with me if anyone
needs to reach me…

“nothing to be alarmed about just yet, but
we’ll want to run a few more tests, an
ultrasound, we can do it in the office today”

an ultrasound…I had those
when I was pregnant…now they’re
doing them in 3-D, you know. It’s like
a snapshot, well, a weird sort of
snapshot, where body parts are
sometimes elongated into distorted
shapes, but so much more advanced
than those first cloudy pictures…even so
two heads were easy to make out when
I found out I was having twins, with
a toddler and an infant already at home
I remember lying there in the dark, crying.

“We’d like you to see a specialist. Tomorrow, 9:30.
Here’s the address. They already know you’re coming.”

I’m going to miss the presentation. Maybe
we can reschedule. Although, they don’t really
need me there. Someone else can present it. No
one is irreplaceable, that’s a fact. I’ll get my
assistant to brief me on the take-aways
tomorrow afternoon. Should be able to keep
my lunch date with mom. Need to remember
to pack that book I told her she could borrow.
Great book, a really great book.

it’s been 19 days, 6 hours and 43 minutes
no news is good news, right? I keep telling myself that.
no news is good news when you’re waiting for bad news
19 days, 7 hours and 2 minutes, a message pinged from
the voice mailbox on my smart phone … doctor so and so’s
office, the nurse again, “no need to come to the office, nothing
to worry about, scar tissue was all it was”…who was worrying?

~kat
NaPoWriMo #3 Prompt: Meandering…to write something that involves a story or action that unfolds over an appreciable length of time. Perhaps, as you do, you can focus on imagery, or sound, or emotional content (or all three!)

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mangled pronuncifications – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 3

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The Scream by Edvard Munch

mangled pronuncifications

it can be amusing or confusing to hear a word
that’s not the word you think you heard…

  • When a tree boughs, does that mean it’s leaning?
  • And why do some tree bows hang low?
  • Are you moot if your oral preception is effected?
  • Should a defendant except council’s advise as a matter of course?
  • Do you find erotica titivating?
  • Are doctors proscribing too many drugs these days?
  • Is it good practise to complement someone on principal alone?
  • Can a flounder founder?
  • When a sale is on do hoards fill the horde?
  • Mitigating is not a result of militating…or is it?
  • Must I cleanse my palette before my next coarse?
  • What sort of peddles does a bike maker pedal?
  • Does poring over a book lose wisdom.
  • Should comments in the forward be foreword?
  • Can you insure someone that exorcise will help them lose weight?
  • Life can be a tortuous path, or is that torturous…or both?
  • Do the poles lie about what we’re really thinking?
  • Does a 50 story building have many a storey to tell?
  • Would you close a window if it got a bit drafty?
  • Can you have your desert and eat it to?
  • Is it possible to have a duel personality?
  • I wonder if cereal killers were forced to eat serial as kids and hated it. Was that what struck a grizzly cord leading to there climactic rain of terror.

Now before you loose your head, I’ll leave you on a note that’s light
as painful as this was to read, harder still, was it to write!

~kat

For today’s NaPoWriMo 2018-Prompt: write a list poem in which all the items are made-up names, I cam up with a List Poem of questions using mangled confused words. Not exactly made up words (except for the title) but a horrifying misuse of words just the same. This was incredibly painful to write! haha! Please refer to the source* below to learn the correct meanings. I cannot live with the thought that I led anyone misspelling down the wrong vocabulary path! 🙂

*Source – Commonly Confused Words – Oxford Living Dictionary


April Poetry Month ~ A Poem a Day #30

A close up view of White Clover. It is hard to believe that this is a common weed!

The theme for today is surprise!

It is day 30. The final day of poetry month and my challenge to myself to do a new poem and form each day. And surprise! I did it!

For the record, this month I explored the following poetry forms: Alouette, Free Form, Lune, Cleave, Shadorma, Palindrome, Ottava Rima, Triolet, Cascade, Fibonacci, Lai, Imayo, Sijo, Luc Bat, Epulaeryu, Terzanelle, Tetractys, HexSonetta, Sedoka (a Katouta x2), Minute, Tanka, Etheree, Than-Bauk, Bref Double, Alliterisen, Haiku, Limerick, Reverse (not to be confused with my own quirky creation, the ReVerse…more on this later…), and finally a revisit of the Cleave…I had forgotten I already did this form and it is, after all, one of my favorite forms! Of course there are so many other forms…classical as well as new forms being created to this day. This brings me to my ReVerses which have nothing in common with the Reverse poetry form.

As is my weekly practice, I like to look back, lifting a line from each poem of the previous week to create a ReVerse of my words. it is something I started doing years ago when I first started to write. I always have a favorite line in each poem and thought it would be fun to create a new poem using those favorite lines. I have not found a form that does this in all my research, though there is the Cento, which is a collection of lines from the poems of several authors – not a writer’s own work.

Inspired by the many classical and experimental new forms, I am left with only one solution. To create my own new poetry form!

And so I give you the Shi Sai (pronounced SH-ī with a heavy inflection on the Sh and a silent second s). It is Japanese for “re verse” or “re poem”. I used a Japanese translation because many of the earliest forms of poetry originated in Asia. And it has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? To make it official:

The Shi Sai, a form created by Kat Myrman in April 2016, is a poem created by taking one line of verse from several poems of an author’s own collection. The shi sai is done as a review of a series or collection of poems and therefore, each line should flow in chronological order of the dates the poems were written (from oldest to new). The lines chosen should be the author’s favorite from each poem. This form works best if the author resists the temptation to read the full new poem before all the verses have been added. (It helps one to resist the impulse to change a line to make it “fit”)

And so, I give you my shi sai then, on this last day of April. A look back at an amazing month that has one last story to tell!

something’s amiss with your mind
a dizzy streak of laser precision
it won’t be a secret
time to weep, to let things go suspended in cerulean blue
new life on the wing
moments of clarity
they say in time the truth will be revealed,
like moth to flame is drawn into the light
off to do our business then
it follows strict rhyme
minds, spinning in sound bites,
my garden thrives in a compost
releasing is an art, you know
drunken noodles sweating
I remember you in spring
extremes of longing, that bend on a breeze
our secret morning trysts
promise in a glass half full
bestowing grace
between cool silken bedsheets
heavy droplets descend
waning runs red
souls revealed line by beautiful line
waxing poetic perfection in words
graced in amaranthine blush
then one day she fell down
you hardly speak anymore and
turn to ash aching for warmth

kat ~ 30 April 2016


April Poetry Month ~ A Poem a Day #29

Day29! Oh my! I can hardly believe this month of poetry is soon ending. But oh, what a journey it has been! I have learned so much about poetry and form, syllables and rhyme.

Today’s form is a Threefer! Not one, not two even, but three poems wrapped neatly in one! I give you the Cleave Poem. This is an interesting form. There is no rhyme or syllable count to bother with. It can be long or short. The best way to describe it is to explain how one reads a cleave poem. Each line spans two columns. Column A is poem #1. Column B (which can be separated by a line or by the use of italic or bold formatting) is poem #2. And wait, you’re not finished yet! One more read across the entire line completes the trio with poem #3.

It can be a bit tricky to write. When choosing a topic, or two as it were, it works well if you choose opposite ideas or images. I have found that writing completely across for two or three lines helps get the ball rolling. Then you can finish one column, and then the other, tweaking it as you go, so it makes sense every which way!

I’m having a bit of fun with this. Can you tell? This form is one of my favorites!

Photo Credit: pixabay.com


Fire and Ice

hungry licks smooth as glass
tongue red hot cold to the touch
sucking the air crystalline shards
to feed his longing once fluid and flowing
fierce and frenzied frozen 
all consuming as the cold wind whips
soon to fade stroking her surface
in sweet surrender sealing her skin
as dying embers pale and lifeless
turn to ash aching for warmth

kat ~29 April 2016