Tag Archives: rhyme

Lady of the Pines

For a dear friend who suggested there was a poem in this photo. This old tree sits a block over next to a small stream along the fence line of the coal rail yard. When I’m feeling stressed or sad or frustrated I walk my little dog by this tree. I don’t deserve such an amazing gift. The Lady of the Pine, as I like to call her, must know I need her.

Lady of the Pines

mantle of lush green

peering from the wounded

hollow of a great old tree

here to greet all passers by

weary from the fray, offering

hope and gentle healing

on this cloudy day

what say you oh gentle lady

to our troubled hearts

in a world fraught with hate

fractured families, torn apart

tenderly your intercessions

whisper on the breeze

soon the autumn frost will

kiss your rosary of leaves

sending them a-fluttering

to drape your tender feet

ever faithful you’ll remain

until next time we meet

~kat


Essence #10

feathered shadow in flight
cat aglow with delight

~kat

Day 10 of the Essence (formerly known as the Florette) for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Short Form Poetry Challenge. This is my cat Casey. She will stare that window for hours just to catch a fleeting glimpse of a bird in flight or a squirrel scampering. It’s a Saturday morning thing. She haunts the corner edge of my bed and I prop myself up on pillows and plunk poetic thoughts on my keyboard. It is very possible she is a muse. 🙂


A Proposition or Two

For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats – Day Twenty-One Poetry Challenge. I have been indulging my inner warrior with these challenges, but lest you think I am a total bitch for the cause of justice, I do have a tender romantic side. I am a many faceted wonder, if I don’t say so myself. At any rate I have felt a bit guilty for subjecting you to my rants without softening it with a bit of fluff every now and again. So today, as yesterday, I give you two takes on today’s prompt verse from Yeats’, ‘The Ragged Wood’. Both are wrapped around the theme of propositions.  Happy Tuesday!


‘…by water among the trees
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh’ —W.B. Yeats

A Proposition

sunrise comes but once a day
rise with me before it breaks
I’ll make tea; we’ll have some cake
and watch the darkness slip away
I can share my dreams with you
my secrets, promise them to keep
dear, we have all night to sleep
but only dawn to see this view
I propose a kiss, perhaps a swoon
long before the busy, bustled hurry
leave it all to someone else’s worry
we could even linger until noon

~kat

And a proposition of a very different kind…in my favorite form…the Cleave (three poems in one. Read column 1 (which are actual quotes of a certain certain), then column 2, finally both columns together top to bottom)

He Said…She Said

I moved in on her / i couldn’t believe it
Very heavily…like a bitch / that son of a bitch
but I couldn’t get there / i was frozen
I’m automatically attracted to beautiful / he just kept coming
Like a magnet / that disgusting face
I don’t even wait / forcing his slimy lips on mine
You can do anything / with those tiny hands
Grab em by the pussy / everywhere…all over me
When you’re a star / no one would believe me though
they let you do it / i’m not rich, or a man
But nobody has more respect / so i just keep my distance
Such a nasty woman / i’ll keep this to myself
She’s certainly not hot / it’s so embarrassing
Why does she keep interrupting? / he could ruin me
There’s nothing I love more than women / it’s just the way things are

~kat


Persephone 

Persephone – Digital Art By Kat Myrman ©2017

Deep beneath the warming loam,
sleepy synapses scintillate,
amber, resin streams resuscitate
hosts of blushing buds in wait
on barren limbs at heaven’s gate
while sad Demeter roams.

Persephone, please don’t be late
escape your gloomy catacomb,
reclaim your radiant, verdant state…
come home.

~kat – 4 February 2017
(A Quadrille is a 44 word rhyming poem.)


The Brightest Star

 

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Photo by ©Jess Mann

The Brightest Star

I used to wish upon the brightest star
that you and I would love eternally
on nights we’d sit at water’s edge til dawn
and dream about the future you and me
but stars cannot be trusted with our dreams
they’re just a pale reflection of the past
illusions of a light that’s long since died
and proof that nothing in this world lasts
‘twas just a silly wish I held onto
that I would never walk this path alone
but fate usurped star’s power in the end
the reaper took his cue and called you home
I still sit by the river late at night
but not to wish or dream as lovers do
I seek the brightest star that I can find
and wonder to myself if it is you.

kat ~ 31 August 2016

This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s Challenge to write a metered poem in Tetrameter (four beats to the line) or Pentameter (five beats). I chose the latter and while it was not compulsory for my poem to rhyme, it ended up that way. It reads like a ballad…a throwback to my songwriting days. The prompt words that Jane suggested are Stars, Night and Water and the photo prompt above is loaned to us by ©Jess Mann.