cloistered
it is a rare thing
to live on the wild edge
of monocracy
~kat
much love, peace, and glimmers to you.
cloistered
waking the giant
waking the giant
I don’t want to alarm you…
or maybe I do…yes, definitely I do,
while you were sleeping
the world took a turn,
a rather nasty one at that
and you thought voting red…always red
would lower the price of eggs and gasoline
it’s true, those things are astonishingly
affordable these days,
I’ll concede, I have you to thank
for that…perhaps
but it’s a smokescreen, a wizardly curtain,
a sleight of hand, if you will…
a calculated plan to divert your attention…
I take no pleasure in being the bearer of reality
painful as it is to have to break your happy, sleepy, little bubble
but it must be said,
you can’t bury your head
refusing to watch the world burn,
the one your little eggs and gas vote
set on fire,
you did that
(Though I’m sure your mother told you
not to play with matches or magas…whatever, semantics…)
because fire, when it is out of control
eventually destroys everything…and everyone
you should know,
I could never forgive myself if I let you sleep
through the end of all endings
so yes
consider yourself alarmed
hate me, if you must
for saying what needed saying
and if by some miracle you want to know more
I’m here,
where I’ve always been,
keeping watch,
with my expandable, 50-foot, copper-laced for extra durability, pocket hose,
the $29.95 special deal as seen on tv,
(I discovered it while watching the news…)
and strong coffee,
because i know this is a lot, truly I do,
but it’s time to wake up…
WAKE UP NOW!!!
if you’d like to talk…
it’s never too late to do the right thing
~kat
This splash of green caught my eye from yards away, our driveway completely clear and dry from the ice and snow that held us captive for nearly two weeks. It’s my glimmer today. The sun is shining. The sky is blue. And this little sprig of pine reminded me that spring is coming soon. A few more warm days like this and the hardwood trees will start looking nubbly with leaf buds readying to pop when the time is right. It’s been a cold dark winter. I’m ready to welcome in the light!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! ✨💚✨
~kat
almost spring
almost spring
.
rain
drenches sleepy
roots
whispering softly
wake up my loves, winter is fading
the sun
draws ever so closely
courting you to bloom.
you dreamt it
dear ones…spring is nigh
~kat
Tried something new…adding verse to video. It could use improvement, but after several hours of tweaking and learning a new program…this is it for now! 😆
If you’d just like 30 seconds worth of rain sounds to settle your soul…here you go. (Disclaimer: the contents of this video clip and its videographer are not liable for any bladder awakenings that may occur…listen to it at your own risk! 😆)
Much love, peace and glimmers to you!
~kat
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refugees and rumors
refugees
.
blue
eyes and blond hair,
traits
inherited from
my ancestors, foreign refugees,
who dared
to hope in Liberty’s
promise of freedom,
compassion,
opportunity…
.
from across the ocean they came
with dreams for a future, a fresh start
they put down roots and worked hard,
found a home here, raised a family
not unlike
today’s
sojourners
seeking refuge from oppression
only to find
the Lady immured
~kat
I have decided to stop counting the days. It took me days, the entire week actually, to scratch this bloody commentary of a pi-sequence poem (3.1415926535 8979323846 for the syllable count each line)
It’s exhausting here in the trenches watching everything implode. My heart breaks daily for the victims of cruelty and hate.
I manage to get up everyday, tend to my animal friends, and work, but the darkness only seems to get darker. It’s hard to ignore. Hard to feel anything but guilt that the scourge hasn’t reached my door yet. Most of all I am horrified by the way we are treating each other…especially children. Those who claim to support life, clearly don’t. Their concern ends at birth.
I wrote another poem… an acrostic…
I heard a rumor…
It’s about time…
Most reasonable, relatively sane people would agree
Presidential immunity is over
Elections are not for the overtaking
And democracy is not for sale
Congress is finally waking up, ready to
Hold this corrupt dictator wannabe accountable
Tell DJT and his sycophants it’s over
Restore decency and justice for all
Undo every vile executive order that
Made him and his ilk richer…declare
Power to the people where it belongs
~kat
I do hope the rumors are true and congress follows through.
As for glimmers. Just because I am not counting days does not mean I’m not paying attention and looking for glimmers! If I can hold onto a glimmer of hope, show compassion and kindness, even if it feels inadequate to counter the relentless onslaught of terrible…I have to trust that it is enough. Especially if I’m not the only one glimmering.
So yes, I also have a few glimmers to share. They are both tiny. Sometimes tiny is best because it forces you to notice…to lean in,
We have babies of various forms,,,
day 380
warming
late afternoon sun
hints of spring coming soon
winter’s cloak melting
~kat
Celebrating a second glimmer today. Isn’t it beautiful! The sound of snow melting in harmony with the breeze; an occasional solo by a passing crow. I needed to see…I needed to feel the sun today. Mother Nature never fails.
Much love, peace, hope, kindness, and glimmers to you!
~kat
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