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…
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:
Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 22 Prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem in which the speaker is in dialogue with him or herself.
I had a few thoughts on this one…
1~
the spider
I won’t be able to sleep I can’t just leave it there What if it wanders? in the dark, on the ceiling over my head, watching me, waiting for the right moment to drop!!! I can’t sleep while it’s under the same roof! I know what I need to do roll a magazine, or maybe get a broom… yeah, a broom, that’s good distance between me and IT take aim and swing, but I don’t dare miss… what if I miss and it gets away? Can’t let it get away, I’ll never find it It’ll just be out there, somewhere until it drops on my face! I’ve never seen one this big I wonder what kind it is? I should google it… No googling, focus! I can do this steady now… I can do this… but it’s so beautiful, even if it is terrifying… I CAN’t DO THIS!
I’ll get a Tupperware bowl, scooch it inside with the lid, and then transfer it outside I’ve got this…I’ve got this…oh my… OH MY! whoa, that was easier than I thought it would be I knew I could do it…I knew it there you go little guy… there you go… NOW…I can sleep!
~kat
~2
voices in my ear
you know you want to it’s wrong, don’t do it no one needs to know but you’ll know, you…will…know somebody’s gonna do it, might as well be… no! Not you…you know what your mama always said your mama! don’t see nobody’s mama here well she’s here…she’s always here between your ears… ugh…for Pete’s sake, it’s JUST A COOKIE! your favorite…you know you want it. it IS your favorite, chocolate chip with macadamia nuts… that’s right, knew you’d come around, it’s gonna be so good… you really don’t NEED it though, it’s the polite, right thing to do…just leave it… walk away wait, don’t, oh well, one day you’ll realize that your sacrifice is all for nothing! Anyone else would have taken that last cookie, and not given it a single thought… yeah, well you’re not anybody, you’re your mama’s daughter…like she always said, “right is right” yada yada yada…
~kat
Today’s glimmer is a real beauty. First full bloom of our moon flower. While it can be highly toxic to people, but the bees, butterflies, and hummingbirds, seem to love it, especially when it blooms at night. I was able to catch a photo in the morning! Fascinating plant.
Much love, peace, and night glimmers (or at the very least, sweet dreams) to you.
smile… even as the world crumbles people seem to like it…a lot some even smile with you some, sometimes, no matter, those other sour souls, reeking of suspicion, hostility, get a wink and a giggle just the same and a swift exit stage left ain’t nobody got time for that
so smile…smiley kat until your face hurts until your heart breaks until your soul shrinks into those dark unsafe places where memories of horribles hide
some warriors use a shield but you, smiley kat, you flash those pearly whites stand tall, look ‘em straight in the eye, and hope they don’t see that tear welling, turning those baby blues, bluer allergies, you blurt, there’s always that…pollen has been brutal…but you’re a pro you know, they nicknamed you well the monsters of your wildest nightmares
~kat
Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 21 prompt: In your poem for today, we challenge you to write your own poem in which you muse on your name and nicknames you’ve been given or, if you like, the name and nicknames for an animal, plant, or place.
Today is my youngest daughters, my identical twin girls’ birthdays. They, along with their older sisters, are the reason I live, my joy…my glimmer of hope, my greatest contribution to the world. Happy Birthday “Gigi” and “Mimi”, I’m so proud of the kind humans you’ve become! ✨✨✨💚💚✨✨✨
and the gods created them dark, bald, and brooding, not exactly the life of the party, more like the cleanup crew, not averse to leftovers, picking bones clean, saving the planet from methane gas, one carcass of rotting flesh at a time, the gentlest of creatures who wouldn’t, couldn’t kill a fly, totally misunderstood, a six foot wing span that blocks the sun as it swoops overhead, darkening the sky, causing one to wonder if they might be descended from dragons, or demons…looming from the corner of the room watching, waiting, at the ready to clean the refuse left behind by privileged, out of touch souls who wouldn’t be caught dead doing what they do, ironically, their inevitable death is exactly what these dark angels are watching, waiting for… despise them at you own peril for they will have the last laugh, happily disemboweling you simply because it’s their job to clean up the world’s mess, and because the gods created them dark
~kat
Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 20 prompt: For today, try writing your own poem that uses an animal that shows up in myths and legends as a metaphor for some aspect of a contemporary person’s life. Include one spoken phrase.
Today’s Glimmer…my wife is determined to create a butterfly/bird garden for me…because she knows how much I love them. It’s going to be beautiful! It IS beautiful.
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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