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August 13, 2019

Oviellejo #13

By Kat Myrman

on the cusp

even when the moon’s waxing full
I feel her pull

a hint of stardust in the wind
drawing me in

the heat of day distilled in dew
a magic brew

to fill my empty cup anew
with dreams that linger into day
to light my path along the way
I feel her pull, drawing me in, a magic brew

~kat

The Oviellejo is an Old Spanish verse form (derived from ovillo, a ball of yarn). A stanza consists of 10 lines, with a rhyme scheme of AABBCCCDDC. The second line of each rhyme scheme, Line 2,4,6, is short line of up to 5 syllables. The last line is a “redondilla,” a “little round” that collects all three of the short lines.

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August 12, 2019

Oviellejo #12

By Kat Myrman

The news has been giddy with “who done it, was it homicide or suicide, how could they let this happen, whose gonna pay now” drivel. All over a vile pediphile’s untimely demise. But I’m still stuck. A little over a week ago, back to school shoppers were gunned down at a Walmart. Just a few days later, other children came home from their first day of school to find their parents missing. And still at our border there are no doubt children wasting away in cages because their parents had the audacity to seek safety for them. What parent wouldn’t do the same for their own children, faced with the threat of death or worse? I’ve been stewing on this Oviellejo for days. I had planned to write about the beautiful sunrise. It was beautiful. But somewhere someone is suffering, and my heart is bleeding. We can’t forget the children. We just can’t.

when children lose their innocence
no recompense

can make up for the damage wrought
it’s a dark spot

that festers slowly over time
it is a crime

ignoring it for a lifetime
can lead to callous, broken souls
no hope of ever being whole
no recompense, it’s a dark spot, it is a crime

~kat

The Oviellejo is an Old Spanish verse form (derived from ovillo, a ball of yarn). A stanza consists of 10 lines, with a rhyme scheme of AABBCCCDDC. The second line of each rhyme scheme, Line 2,4,6, is short line of up to 5 syllables. The last line is a “redondilla,” a “little round” that collects all three of the short lines.

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August 11, 2019

Oviellejo #11

By Kat Myrman

be kind to others you don’t know
the smile they show

is their way of grin and bearing
may need caring

of a tender hearted stranger’s soul
to feel whole

and when they growl under life’s toll
please don’t take it personally
their brokenness is what you see
the smile they show may need caring to feel whole

~kat

The Oviellejo is an Old Spanish verse form (derived from ovillo, a ball of yarn). A stanza consists of 10 lines, with a rhyme scheme of AABBCCCDDC. The second line of each rhyme scheme, Line 2,4,6, is short line of up to 5 syllables. The last line is a “redondilla,” a “little round” that collects all three of the short lines.

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August 11, 2019

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 11 August 2019

By Kat Myrman

It was the best of times…it was the worst of times…I’m borrowing a line from Dickens today. This week was one of those times, albeit in reverse, starting with the aftermath of another two mass shootings, and the heartache and terror that follows, and then the added cruel insult to our woundedness, the racist raids of Hispanic people at workplaces because…well because they are Hispanic. The fact that hundreds were immediately released is proof that our nation has now taken to rounding up people like cattle. That was the macro view of our country this week. The photo op of the president and First Lady, with she holding the baby whose parents died saving it at a mass shooting and he beaming with a crass thumbs up tells the world all they need to know about the lunatics running this country. I honestly don’t know if my heart can survive another 4 more years of this…I’m hoping I won’t have to…but if Russia has their way again… 😣 (please vote)

And the very best of times…for the truth of the matter is that the darkness never lasts forever. Even when shadows fall, all it takes is a turn of the head to see the light. And so it was in my little corner of the world. Though everything was spinning out of control all around me the light made its way to me in the rescue of a coal black kitten and his pure white mother. They are safe now in my imperfect home where dust settles a little too freely, but love is also free and unconditional, patient and kind. I may not have the power to change the world but I do have the grace to change a tiny corner of it, one fragile soul at a time.

It’s hard for me to say this past week was a good week…but it was seven days in the life of a people and of me, and to borrow again from Dickens, it was the worst of times, but it was also the best. Go gently dear ones…always always turn to the light leaving the shadows to fade behind you! ❤️

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 11 August 2019

oh what a tangled mess we’ve weaved
grief repeats itself
just past that grove of trees,
“It’ll be okay,”
seek the light
until the people cry, “no more!”
we live in fear
fourth kitten rescued
finally, I can breathe
where nothing’s sure
with every breath i breathe i pray

~kat

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August 11, 2019

Oviellejo #9-10

By Kat Myrman

Before I do my ReVerse, finishing up the week’s daily Oviellejo with a twofer…

when i was young i prayed from want
all show and pomp

out loud displays of vanity
to god from me

my private sugar deity
my ego’s plea

fix this or that, great thou and thee
and when things didn’t go my way
i cursed the sky, i fell astray
all show and pomp, to god from me, my ego’s plea

now that i’m older, i confess
i was a mess

if only i had paused to hear
when god came near

her gentle whisper in the wind
drawing me in

now i spend more time listening,
counting the blessings of each day
with every breath i breathe i pray
i was a mess when god came near drawing me in

all show and pomp to god from me, my ego’s plea
i was a mess when god came near drawing me in

~kat

The Oviellejo is an Old Spanish verse form (derived from ovillo, a ball of yarn). A stanza consists of 10 lines, with a rhyme scheme of AABBCCCDDC. The second line of each rhyme scheme, Line 2,4,6, is short line of up to 5 syllables. The last line is a “redondilla,” a “little round” that collects all three of the short lines.

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