smoke shrouds the blue hills invisible borders gone choked by her hot breath as another forest dies we’re reminded we are one
~kat
The air here is heavy, thick with smoke that has traveled a great distance from our neighbors in the north. It’s a reminder that the earth is home to us all.
She does not recognize borders. She does not charge entry fees or demand citizenship proof. The water that covers 71% of her surface is wild and free to us all. She does not tax our egress and we can dip our toes into the cool swirls that lap along the waters’ edge without fear. Her fields are rich and abundant, ripe with wildflowers, crops, and fruit. Those who would hoard her resources do not honor her bountiful generosity. None of her children should ever want. And yet so many do.
The air smelled of smoke today. Smoke from Canada. As I look at the hazy hills I mourn for Canada forests, and wildlife, and people displaced by fire. We are not so different. Today we shared air that no border can turn away.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to us all.
~kat
Today’s glimmer…new blooms on a butterfly bush gifted to me by dear friends. I’ve noticed the bees enjoying their sweetness. Bless the bees and all life on this planet that we share. ✨✨💚💚💚✨✨
I keep jars full of wishes and Mr grumpy rock on my window sill over my kitchen sink…to keep me grounded.
a bit of a much needed rant…
pin drop
confessions (declarations) of a bleeding heart, (of a compassionate) lib-tard, (open-minded) progressive, (hopeful) socialistic, (inclusive) antifa commie, (revolutionary) snowflake, (caring) terrorist, (patriot) lesbian, (living my truth) trans-loving (celebrating diversity) piggy… (eye roll…sticks and stones…you know the bit)
sorry…
not sorry
that is all
that is all
~kat
I’m so over it…all of it. The lies, the hate, the destruction, the cruelty. I wrote this poem days ago. I suppose I needed to get it out of my head so I can focus on what matters. I’m still figuring out what that is. But at least for now I have glimmers to distract me from the chaos and the utter hopelessness I feel at needing to stop this insanity from destroying us all…and not knowing how to do that. I do hope you are safe and healthy, surrounded by the love of family and friends, and if that is the most I can hope for, then for now it is enough. It has to be enough to hold on to hope.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.
~kat
This is a downy thornapple. Fruit of the moon plant in my garden. It is full of seeds, so I read. Weeks ago this moon plant almost looked like it was not going to make it, leaves drooping, scorched by the hot sun, we kept it watered and hoped this little plant and its sister would survive…They have both gained a foot in every direction…even in this heat. If that is not hope, I don’t know what hope is. And partly as well because we tended to them…there is certainly a lesson there. To tend to what is struggling to help it reach its full potential. I’m going to chew on that for a while. What good things need tending…? It’s a start.
fifty years from now may we celebrate the tricentennial and may the recklessness of this generation be remembered to have marked a turning point when the people woke up saw the truth owned up to past sins and decided to pursue creating a nation where all are free, enjoying the promise of liberty and justice… we have not yet reached this lofty goal given to us by men we’ve often drifted far from that perfection that they envisioned centuries ago when they penned those words the roadmap to unite these states… we remain a fractured fail, an experiment, their grand hypothesis “all ‘men’ are created equal”…wish it had said ‘all people’ because words matter… fifty years from this day may we have something to celebrate a nation united in truth and justice, compassion, equality, freedom for all people today let us hope we can do better and may our children know that we tried
~kat
the state of our nations capital says it all…
Anna Moneymaker/Getty ImagesAP Photo/Manuel Balce Ceneta
My glimmer for today…hope.
I love how flowers choose the most inhospitable places to bloom… ~kat
Much love, peace, and glimmers of hope to you.
~kat
✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Todays poetry form:
Suzette Prime
Created by Suzette Richards in 2012, a Suzette Primeis a unique poetic form that combines two distinct elements:
Prime-numbered syllables: Lines must adhere to a prime number syllable count (eg, 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, etc).
Philosophical insight: The poem should convey a reflective or introspective statement, often personal in nature.
there’s a storm coming dark gray clouds hovering low steam rising from the pavement
after the storm passes everything is greener, lush the air smells of drenched flowers
from trepidation to euphoric elation
~kat
Today’s glimmer caught my eye as I was walking under the great oak tree near my driveway. Just a random pile of rocks in the dirt, except it did not look random. I admit looking over my shoulder briefly to see if the woodland faeries were watching me. “Someone” had organized these rocks quite artistically. I suppose if I were being pragmatic, I might believe that all the rain we’ve been having, simply shifted the wet dirt rearranging the rocks. But to the romantic me who believes in other worldly, magical happenings, this is proof positive that I was visited by the local faerie folk. That what I choose to believe. A little magical thinking feels right these days. Especially when I consider that international Faerie Day was just a few days ago! ✨🧚🏻♂️✨
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you…magical glimmers.
~kat
✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Proof that faeries exist? I ll let you decide for yourselves. But as for me…I’m a true believer! ✨✨🧚🏻♂️💚🧚🏻♂️✨✨
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!
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Kat Myrman and Like Mercury Colliding with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
like mercury colliding... 