NA|GloPoWriMo Day 27

C-D-O (Compulsive Disorder Obsessive)

there is a right way
that is usually, generally best
aesthetically speaking…wish
you agreed, I may even suggest

for instance, how the toilet
paper on the spindle rolls
over the top, and down, of
course, as everybody knows

I think you do it wrong,
or not all, just being lazy,
or maybe it’s on purpose, ‘cause
you know, it makes me crazy

I like my world orderly, no shame,
in that you know, but I suspect
you don’t agree, at least I know
where everything is kept

next time you need the car
keys or your favorite baseball hat
don’t come running to me because
you know I know where everything is at

the pantry should be stocked, well
organized by categories, please
in tidy rows…and never store ritz
crackers near sweet peas

you act like it’s a bother saying,
“I give up, do it all yourself”
just an excuse, I’m very sure when
you know I could use some help

but don’t bother, I’ll just do it,
actually like it best that way
It saves me fixing all the stuff
in the wrong place, you put away

I know I can be difficult to
live with, I am sorry dear
tell me where’d you put that thing?
that’s right, you said YOU like it HERE!

~kat
(That’s right…it’s C-D-O, because O-C-D is out of alphabetic order! 😳🤪😜😝)

so many glimmers…today’s treasure, a few snapshots of our latest garden addition. Introducing the Freesia Plant.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 26

when a poet writes

a rose is just a rose, it’s name is not what matters most
it is its fragrant sweetness, blushing blooms, that we admire
sun, moon and stars, are more than just distant celestial orbs
they shift the tides, grant wishes, arouse hearts with raw desire

streams, lakes, and oceans have a certain way of stirring souls
in stillness, ripples widening into waves kissing the shore
unsettling the sand, just at the edge, eroding earth and stone
to draw us deep into the darkest depths longing for more

the air is not just something to be breathed in and exhaled
it is fragrant, gentle, fierce, tempestuous and still
a myriad of voices, each with different tales to tell
tossing wisps of hair, downing trees, scorching hot to bitter chill

a songbird’s trill, a babbling brook, cicada ecstasy
bitter herbs, fresh baking bread, a lover’s lingering scent
fresh laundered bedsheets cool to touch, warm mud between one’s toes
poets weave fantastical in ways some have only dreamt

~kat

Na|GloPoWrMo 2026 Day 26 Prompt: Today, we challenge you to write your own ars poetica, giving the reader some insight into what keeps you writing poetry, or what you think poetry should do.


Joining me at sunset is always good for a glimmer or two…or…evolving glimmers!

Much love, peace and glimmers to you!

~kat

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Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 25

retirement lost

it was a reasonable goal, when I was
young, naive enough to trust the promises
of politicians who, by the way, never keep promises…pay into the machine, they explained, in fact, we’ll help you…we’ll pass a law to nab it (I mean deduct it)
from your hard-earned, blood, sweat and
tears, wages…skim it right off the
top, so you don’t even miss it, for
safekeeping, in a special fund (unless
of course we need it for, say, millionaire bailouts, those poor, rich misers who long
to be billionaires…just a bit…you won’t
even notice…and we’ll raise the age,
people are living longer, healthier, these
days you know…to balance the books,
add a sliding scale to incentivize you to
work and pay longer into the slush…
I mean security fund…potāto…tomăto…
just wait until you’re 65…66…66 and
4-5-6 months or more…or if you’re
feeling immortal, retire at 70…72 in
a few years more to maximize your
return…it’s just a few years…it’s a
gamble…what a deal… you live long
enough…they’re betting you won’t, and
actually have a plan for that too, cancel
accessible, affordable healthcare…but
I digress…it was a reasonable goal when
I was young and naive…as 70 fast
approaches, this year in fact, I suppose
I made it, beat the odds, will finally claim
the ultimate reward, that big payout, except
I won’t be retiring any time soon…I can’t
afford to do that…thank goodness I still
have a job and enough of my wits to work it

~kat

Na|GloPoWrMo 2026 Day 25 Prompt: Today’s challenge asks you to write your own poem in which you use at least three metaphors for a single thing, include an exclamation, ruminate on the definition of a word, and come back in the closing line to the image or idea with which you opened the poem.


I’m calling today’s glimmer “mission accomplished!” There is a certain satisfaction in accomplishing a task without any leftover parts! Our resident plecostomus has outgrown our meager 30 gallon fish tank…perfectly fine for tetras and snails, but totally inadequate for a monster, prehistoric looking ground feeder. We decided to gift our wine cabinet buffet hutch to a young couple we know…we don’t even drink wine!!! What were we thinking when we thought we needed that piece of furniture in our dining room…pass a shot of good bourbon on the rocks if you please! 😉 I ordered a rush tank cabinet and it arrived this week. Managed to dolly it up to the back porch and set to the task of piecing it together…let’s just say I am an expert with an allen wrench, the go-to tool for all furniture kits from China! A short three hours later, I had completed the project! It is beautiful, sturdy, and will make a nice addition to our dining area…and I can’t wait to introduce our pleco to his new digs! There are sure to be more photos to come!!!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! ~kat

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Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 24

moon flower
.
she
only blooms at
dusk
tempting night sippers
with her intoxicating sweet scent
drawing
moths from the lamplight’s glare,
certain death for those who
get too close
fading at dawns light

~kat

Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 24 Prompt: Today, we challenge you to write your own poem that takes place at night, and describes something magical or strange that happens but that no one is awake (or around) to notice.

And a glimmer…added a fountain to our little pond in the bird garden…

Much love, peace, and glimmers toy you!

~kat ✨✨✨🌸💚🌸✨✨✨


Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 23

Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 23 Prompt: Try your hand today at your own take on a villanelle, and have the poem end on a question.


nothing new under the sun

there’s nothing new about the news today
another war, another grift, more lies
America the great’s on full display…

just live what’s left to live for, anyway
ignore the fools, believe your lying eyes
there’s nothing new about the news today

the bots will lure you in, just walk away
turn off your phone, and get yourself outside
America the great’s on full display…

take a walk, sink your bare feet in the clay
turn your face toward the sun under blue skies
there’s nothing new about the news today

use this moment, breathe for heaven’s sake
listen to the breeze, hug a tree, get high
America the great’s on full display…

you don’t owe anyone the time of day
so when you’re overwhelmed, just step away
there’s nothing new about the news today
America the great’s on full display?

~kat

This afternoon’s glimmer…it’s the simplest of things that touch us the deepest…much love, peace, and glimmers to you! 🥰 ~kat

Poetry style: The villanelle consists of five tercets and a quatrain with line lengths of 8-10 syllables. The first and third lines of the first stanza become refrains that repeat throughout the poem. It looks like this: 

A(1)
b
A(2) 

a
b
A(1) 

a
b
A(2)

a
b
A(1) 

a
b
A(2) 

a
b
A(1)
A(2)