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April 29, 2019

Near Miss – NaPoWriMo 2019 #29

By Kat Myrman

Near Miss

Like a cool whisper death passed by one day
I felt his stale breath inside my ear
though I will come for you, I heard death say
this is a taste for now… nothing to fear
but fear I did, if you could call it that
the hair on my bare neck stood stiff and tall
I didn’t realize it then, in fact,
how close I was to danger all in all
I felt the rush of something…was it wind?
that shifted me out of the semi’s path
averting a collision much to death’s chagrin
I’ve no doubt angels spared me from his wrath

I shudder to this day each time I see
the street where death revealed himself to me!

~kat

Another Sonnet for NaPoWriMo 2019 Prompt #29: produce a poem that meditates, from a position of tranquility, on an emotion you have felt powerfully.

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April 28, 2019

intoxicated

By Kat Myrman

intoxicated

you entered
my heart,
you, to whom I am
bound like
a drunkard to wine
I begged
to be freed
from your kisses

~kat

A Blackout poem and digital artwork for Mind Love Miseries Menagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt inspired by the poem, The Vampire by Charles Baudelaire. (See below)

The Vampire

By Charles Baudelaire

You who, like the stab of a knife,
Entered my plaintive heart;
You who, strong as a herd
Of demons, came, ardent and adorned,

To make your bed and your domain
Of my humiliated mind
– Infamous bitch to whom I’m bound
Like the convict to his chain,

Like the stubborn gambler to the game,
Like the drunkard to his wine,
Like the maggots to the corpse,
– Accurst, accurst be you!

I begged the swift poniard
To gain for me my liberty,
I asked perfidious poison
To give aid to my cowardice.

Alas! both poison and the knife
Contemptuously said to me:
“You do not deserve to be freed
From your accursed slavery,

Fool! – if from her domination
Our efforts could deliver you,
Your kisses would resuscitate
The cadaver of your vampire!”

Published in 1857.

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April 28, 2019

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 28 April 2019

By Kat Myrman

It’s a beautiful Sunday where I live. The sun is shining, the sky is blue; there are a few clouds, the white wispy kind, and there’s a lovely cool breeze. Yes, the world at large is still going bananas. All I need to do is turn on the news to be bombarded with all the crazy, but sometimes you just need to take a break from it all. Or at least I do. And that is exactly what I am doing. I’m chilling today.

Time to clean the slate then, with a glance back in the form of a reverse poem. Yes the past week was a bit wacky. Aren’t they all. But I’m taking advantage of this tiny bit of heaven while I can.

Peace y’all!

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 28 April 2019

while headless chickens race around like rats
judgment over fabricated scandals,
those who dare, rise in humility, to challenge twisted liberty,
grains of sand
We’ve got company
my fierce predator, roams the halls at night
weaves to the heart, returning
how beautiful, how still, the muffled hills
Sawetness everywhere
I remember
but things will never be the same
I’ve heard the veil’s thin ‘tween here and heaven

~kat

A ReVerse poem 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. I use it as a review of the previous week.

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April 27, 2019

When I Remember, Missing – NaPoWriMo 2019 #27

By Kat Myrman

When I Remember, Missing

When it is quiet, thoughts swirl in my head,
The memories of a long forgotten past
Tinged with regret, rememb’ring dreams now dead;
Time slips away so quickly, our fates are cast;
Tears well up in my eyes when I think upon
Dear friends who’ve passed away, oh how I miss them;
The pain, just as fresh as when I heard they’d gone,
Too soon, before I had time to make amends;
It’s the words I didn’t say that haunt me most;
Sometimes I say what I would have told them then
And hope that they are listening somewhere close,
I’ve heard the veil’s thin ‘tween here and heaven;
But if I dwell on the best of times we had,
I feel them in my heart; how can I be sad? 

~kat

A sonnet re-penned, inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet #30 (see below), on prompt for NaPoWriMo 2019 #27.  

Sonnet #30
By William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancell’d woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish’d sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor’d and sorrows end.

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April 26, 2019

A Trio of Triolets – NaPoWriMo #26

By Kat Myrman

A Trio of Triolets

fractured

it’s really not for me to say
let’s just agree to disagree
but things will never be the same
it’s really not for me to say
my thoughts don’t matter anyway
i’ll miss how close we used to be
it’s really not for me to say
let’s just agree to disagree

9/11

I remember
it was morning
that September
I remember
molten embers,
people mourning
I remember
it was morning

about this weather…

it’s raining again
wetness everywhere
oh, when will it end
it’s raining again
weather’s not my friend
it frizzes my hair
it’s raining again
wetness  everywhere

~kat

For today’s NaPoWriMo 2019 Prompt: write a poem that uses repetition, I decided to try my hand at the triolet. It is a challenging and fun format. I was able to come up with a trio of them.  The triolet is only 8 lines long with a rhyme scheme of: ABaAabAB (the capital lines are repeated with the A line repeating on lines 1, 4, and 7 and the B line repeating on lines 2 and 8). The syllable count for each line should match.

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