well that’s dandy . you dare to call me weed, useless, crushing me while foolishly trusting in daisies who would tell you lies to please you when it comes to love. you should have placed your trust in me for I can grant your heart’s desire a simple wish, no petals to pluck, just a whisper taking flight
~kat
Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Prompt: Today, pick a flower or two (or a whole bouquet, if you like) from this online edition of Kate Greenaway’s Language of Flowers. Now, write your own poem in which you muse on your selections’ names and meanings. If you’re so inclined, you could even do some outside research into your flowers, and incorporate facts that you learn into your work.
the entrails clustered on the lawn told a terrible tale, glossy gray, freshly gouged, some unsuspecting hare no doubt, perhaps a squirrel, had met its end, its body and its sinewed flesh swiftly whisked away
the birds that morn were hush and hid far from the gruesome scene, no happy chirps, no fluttering, the silence, it was deafening, memories of a victim’s final, terror-stricken screams, left fading in the wind
feeders filled with tasty millet, thistle, sunflower seeds were left swaying in the breeze, the winter hawk returned once more to snatch the sun baked guts, as if nothing horrid happened, slowly life resumed its hum
nature hides an underside, a dark reality, a cruel truth…survival to the fittest, or the fortunate, live long enough to procreate, purpose fulfilled, with nothing more to prove the cycle of life is ever on the move
the food chain churns, the world turns, we all succumb one day, a wise bird heeds the signs and sounds, a screeching hawk who blocks the sun, and knows it’s time to hide away, to see another day
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 18 Prompt: Today, we don’t challenge you to write all of a long, dramatic, narrative poem, but we invite you to try your hand at writing a poem that could be a section or piece of one. Include rhyme, include unlikely and dramatic scenes (maybe a poem about a bank robbery! Or an avalanche! Or Roman gladiators! Or an enormous ball held by mermaids, where there is an undercurrent (hee) of palace intrigue!) Basically, a poem with the plot of an opera (evil twins! Egyptian tombs! Star-crossed lovers! Tigers for no apparent reason!)
I chose to write today about the reality of nature. Having a front row seat these past few years has given me a deeper understanding of the magnificent, beautiful, and yes, fierceness of nature. This actually happened. I have learned I needn’t intervene or assist. Nature takes care of its own here in the woods. In town if i encountered something dead in my yard, or along the road, I wouldn’t hesitate to dispose of it if I could. But I am learning how efficient nature is. The cycle of life takes care of all manner of things…no cleanup on aisle three needed. There are magnificent creatures born for just such tasks. Even the trees when they fall become home to all forms of life before returning to the earth.
My glimmer today might be an unusual one, but it is the very hawk, the “villain” of the tale above, who is actually no villain at all. It is just a cog in the ever turning wheel that is the cycle of life. This particular hawk, a regular on our little acre here is magnificent! I hope you agree!
Today’s poem is in response to Mary Oliver’s question in the last two lines of her poem, “The Summer Day“.
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
just breathe
what a wink and a blink it is this life that we rush through as children, wishing we were grown as grown ups, longing for our youth we find ourselves at twilight wondering where the day has gone, but dwelling on what might have been robs the present precious moment, over in a flash…if I must, I’ll plan to pause, to savor every breath I’ve left because in the end, having breathed slow and deep, second to second is life…is more than enough
~kat
Random Glimmers today. So many wonderful moments! Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨
Bramlett Mountain now hid behind trees of green!The catawba tree……a doe, and her yearling fawn at sunset.A wooly bear aka the larval stage of a Giant Leopard Moth
there are seasons of letting go friends and lovers will fade away we grow, and shed our childish ways let go our children when they’re grown
over the years I’ve learned, trees know when autumn comes you’ll be okay friends and lovers will fade away there are seasons of letting go
every heartache helps us grow opens our hearts to each new day leaves floating on a breeze display how to prepare for spring…trees know there are seasons of letting go
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 16 Prompt: Today, try writing a poem in which you describe something that cannot speak, and what it has taught or told you.
Today’s glimmer…a few succulents to restore empty flower pots to verdant glory. I thought these were unique when I happened upon them at the greenhouse center. When I looked them up and discovered their names they became even more delightful to me! Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
you say you love cheesecake, strawberries and oh my gawd…chocolate, chocolate anything, you say, is TO DIE FOR… um..okay puppies, kittens, baby giggles…weeping willow trees, dogwoods, the ocean, salty air, smell of newborns, right up there with puppy breath, roses, honeysuckle, lavender, lilacs, wisteria…(sigh) the smell of fresh cut grass..green peppers and onions frying, bread baking you say you love books, rom-coms, Olympic curling, football, wearing the color fuscia, black, and fuzzy slippers, how fickle of you to declare love for all these things all at once or only when the occasional object of your declared affection presents itself, faithful or not, love is just an overused, four-letter, meaningless word, these days, objectified, unrequited, unreciprocated love me, love me not… in the end you’re left with a petal-less flower
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 15 Prompt: Today, we’d like you to write your own poem that muses on love, but isn’t a traditional love poem in the sense of expressing love between romantic partners.
A Quick Glimmer…some graceful friends spending their afternoon on the edge of the woods. One if them resting in the shade on a hot, sunny day.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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