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March 30, 2025

day 88 ~ a ReVerse Poem

a ReVerse Poem ~ Sunday, March 30, 2025

we see the smoke billowing, blotting out the sky
liberty mourns for her children
death moans lazily
it was great for a while
there once was an old gal who rarely got sick
forced me to choose, I chose | to speak truth to power
overwhelming to bear
in my little world
call her what you will
winter is lingering
a dawn visitation
nature sings her song of spring
you cannot break us, not today

~kat

Interesting, challenging times we’re living in. It’s a time when writing this blog, and especially chronicling the truth of what is happening in my country feels like a bold act of resistance. These days other, more vulnerable people (due to their citizenship status) are randomly singled out by masked vigilantes (I don’t believe for a minute that these people are actual legally deputized law enforcement) and disappeared from sight to god knows where with no due process or recourse. It gives me pause. It should give all of us pause. In a matter of roughly 2 months the America I knew has been given over to criminals armed with the power to dismantle checks and balances, safety nets and systems, as they set the stage to coronate as dictator king, a felonious, serial predator, and liar who seeks to colonize and rule the western continents alongside his comrade with like motivations in the east.

I keep asking myself if I’m overreacting as ignorant, maga lemmings chide me that it’s not that bad, certainly not as bad as when “other” democratic leaders flanked the helm. It’s madness…or maybe I’m just mad, as in insane, but also as in angry as hell and incensed by it all.

So…I’m still here, and will continue use my voice, chronicling what it feels like to experience the end of a democracy. When this year began I determined, for my own sanity that I needed to deal with the fear and angst I was feeling. I found a life-changing article about glimmers. As a refresh…

Glimmers are small moments of joy or peace that arise from appreciating simple things like the colors of a rainbow, the scent of a flower, or the sound of the rain.
Glimmers and triggers are opposites in that glimmers spark positive feelings while triggers spark negative ones.
The practice of noticing and appreciating glimmers can cue your nervous system to relax and have a positive effect on your mental health.
To increase the odds of noticing glimmers, spend time in places that nourish you, connect with people you enjoy, limit screen time, and practice mindfulness.

Read more about glimmers and how they came to be here. Apparently the concept has taken off everywhere. I had no idea at the time I was joining a movement by focusing my little blog on sharing my glimmers with you. (Glimmers in the air…or the water perhaps? 😉) But here we are, and so it is…and most importantly, so it will continue. I have found that I cannot live without them.

Tomorrow we head into national/global poetry month. My daily focus will remain “glimmers” with the added inspiration from daily prompts. Rest assured I plan to keep the glimmers coming. And I hope you too to take up this practice. We need glimmers now more than ever.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨💚✨✨

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March 16, 2025

day 75 ~ time again for a ReVerse

By Kat Myrman

A ReVerse Poem ~ March 2025

Can you see it? Why can’t you see it?
We have a murder folks
Even the TURKEYS are restless
when everything slowly faded
with a sharpie in hand rename points on the map
the sun fills the sky with light
they leaned in to hear more
paying it forward to someone in need
filling our hearts with joie de vivre
at least they cannot cancel spring
since we stole an hour from dawn
you can’t eclipse her
Blood Moon on a Starry Night
we laughed then, but it’s not funny now
if it’s with not at

~kat

Happy ReVerse Poetry Day where I revisit the last few weeks of postings and weave together a new poem by lifting a favorite line from each day’s entry.

Today’s ReVerse is a bit all over the place. Kind of like the affairs of the world…chaotic…frenetic…destructive leaving us all stunned in the wake. I have to admit I thought it would be bad, but the last few months has far exceeded my worst expectations. The latest stroke of trumps poison pen orders include a stop to all federal funding for the institute of museums and library services as well as an order to ram the final nails into the USAid coffin by demanding that all classified records be shredded, and if there are too many to shred…to burn them. We need to remember … we need to keep reminding ourselves and others of how we used to be before the those claiming to make things great began their rampage of destruction. We need to hold those stories close to our hearts and tell them to our children and grandchildren…the stories of our imperfect experiment in democracy, fraught with civil wars and challenges, and crimes against indigenous peoples and African peoples but who managed to have glimmers of greatness, of justice, compassion, inclusion, and kindness.

Currently, we are a disaster, not to be trusted. This US administration is erasing all evidence of the truth. But there are legions of us who know the truth and who see the lies for what they are, perpetrated by insecure, selfish, criminal, vile, white men who want it all, even if they have to destroy us and everything good to get it.

Once again world, I am so very sorry for the monster that our country’s ignorant fools have unleashed on you. I have never been so grateful to have moved to the hills several years ago so I don’t have to see them every day through my window. I like it here with the songbirds and my beloved murder of crows, and the squirrels and chipmunks, the turkeys and opossums and raccoons, the snapping turtles and snakes…and the fungi, flowers, blackberry bushes, and trees. There are glimmers to be found in this ash heap of a country yet…all around for those of us willing to see, and always to be treasured in our hearts!

Peace, Love, and Glimmers to you!

~kat

I’ll leave you with a few of those glimmers…I hope they lighten your heart like they do mine! ✨💚✨

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March 2, 2025

day 61 – a ReVerse…well that was a week!

By Kat Myrman

A bright crescent Moon dancing with Venus
~ kat 2025

a ReVerse…well that was a week!

history repeats itself
though nuanced variations can shift 
it’s a quandary I’ve wrestled with
dreams of youth pending
deep breath…deep breath
as chaos churns
the birds are singing | people will perish
an attempted murder, two crows in a tree
it’s a murder now, two crows are three

~kat

It was the art of the steal…oops I meant deal…(wink) on display for the world to see this week. A mafioso-styled set-up meant to obliterate a genuine, humble leader, an ally, complete with a bad-cop hillbilly goon to rough up the mark, appeasing the Don, to cry foul when the truth was revealed. We all saw it clear as day. A shifting of alliances exposed, and the deal that never was meant for peace tossed aside, lauded as good TV for a delighted audience of one leering from his tower in the S.U., while his puppet danced awkwardly, the strings we all suspected finally exposed. The grand hall rats were waiting in the wings of course, ready to spread the toxic prepared talking points. “The nerve! The ungratefulness! Disrespectful! What was he wearing? No suit to meet with the greatest president in the history of presidents in his hallowed Oval Office! The audacity! No deal!??! No peace!” though it is becoming increasingly clear that peace was never, nor will be, part of this or any deal.

I feel the need to apologize to the world for this terrible mess even though I didn’t vote for it. I fought for the truth…and continue to fight. The truth is that truth died a long time ago. We are no longer the United States of America. We’re anything but united. Relegated to red bleeding into and obliterating blue. But over half of us are blue…we know at least that to be true. Sharpie scribbled maps…gulf of ‘merica, red, white, and blue land, gaza riviera, u.s. canal…please don’t trust us. The deals our leaders propose are laced with poison, self interest and malevolence. I stand with you…I stand with Ukraine…with Canada…with the Palestinian people of Gaza…with Mexico…with Panama …with Greenland and Denmark, and all other people’s and nations who find themselves the object of, and in the cross-hairs of our horrible leader’s lust for power, self aggrandizement, bigotry, hate, and cruelty. History repeats itself, obvious to those of us who know history. This is what ignorance breeds. This is democracy dying.

The only glimmer I can muster these dark days is this…this little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine, let it shine…

Peace, love, and glimmers to you.

~kat

A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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 here as a review of the previous week.

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January 19, 2025

A ReVerse Poem of Glimmers – 19 January 2025

By Kat Myrman

A ReVerse Poem of Glimmers - 19 January 2025

no one or thing can dim my light
i wake to magic in the air
I’ve everything I need, and all
I kept it simple you might say
No filter…just my iPhone and me….and the morning sun! 
sweetness in winter
eternity smiled
she gives us diamonds,
and living to tell
I remembered to breathe
it won’t last, it just won’t 
the sacred morning stillness
we coexist peacefully
We are on the cusp of hope
it is fragile, like rice paper
(an) elephant in the room
This has been one of those weeks…IYKYK
(like) when the hurricane raged through
rustling thickets
the sun will rise tomorrow

~kat

Today feels like a good time to collect the thoughts of the past nineteen days…all the glimmers that fed my heart and soul as we barreled toward dreadful…tomorrow that is. The end of an era, hopefully not the end of democracy. I can’t promise you that it’s all going to be okay, or that some of us will suffer at the hands of power hungry oligarchs, but I can promise you glimmers. Peace, love, hope, and glimmers to you! ✨✨✨✨✨💚✨✨✨✨✨

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September 3, 2023

A “Mash-Up” ReVerse Poem – Sunday, 3 September 2023

By Kat Myrman

Well it’s been a week. Took time away from my day job to catch up on a few big projects at home. Here in the US we call it a staycation but don’t let that close kinship to the word vacation fool you. Staycations are anything but relaxing, recharging, getaways because, as the name implies, one “stays”. All this to say after an exhausting week, I only managed to pen three poems. I really like the shadorma though, and will give it another go next week when life settles into normal.

With only three days worth of inspiration to glean from, I decided to do a full harvest of verse taking each line in sequence from each day. A mashup reVerse poem if you will, rather than waiting for another week to assemble adequate content. Amazingly, it works.

We’d less to say, the silly chores did not wait, but I have a much cleaner garage to show for it, several appointments finally attended after having been canceled when life sidetracked our plans, and I got a few naps in…boy did I need those.

I’m looking forward to this coming week, getting back to my day job and the routine I’ve perfected over the course of this challenging year. I’m still exhausted but it feels oh so good to be able to find a hammer when I need one!

Happy September and impending Autumn to you! The cooler mornings are exhilarating! 😊

A “Mash-Up” ReVerse Poem - Sunday, 3 September 2023

a day off
clouds hang low
this I know
with so much to do
a blanket of mist
when nothing seems true
but I’m trapped
dawn is east
underneath
on treetops 
dusk is west
two hundred pounds of pure love 
cool rain droplets dust my face
the sun rises, then it sets
silly chores can wait
this could be heaven
the moon lights the night

~kat