not normal
they were out and about today, doing normal
the people, everywhere I looked, as if nothing
was unusual, as if no crisis was near,
disturbing, while everything spirals to nothing
stock markets crash, tariff wars rage, laws are ignored
the people are blissful, impending doom ignored
experts on the news are reeling, losing their minds
students of history sound the alarm…”not a drill”
they warn, “we’ve seen this before, it doesn’t end well!”
the plunder, the gaslighting, “drill baby drill”
masked vigilantes enacting their agenda
we the people, lost in the chaos, forgotten
it’s not normal how normal things seem, we’ve forgotten
the principles our ancestors fought to preserve
liberty, freedom, justice, just to name a few
opportunities afforded to everyone
the pursuit of happiness for all, not the few
as history’s rewritten and lies replace truth
will future generations ever know the truth
~kat
A wee bit late…moments past midnight. I had almost given up. The task seemed too great, after an exhausting working long weekend. As I settled in to rest, finally, the muse tapped me on the shoulder. “We are writing tonight…” And here we are. Another poem in the books.
Glimmers…we had a few. A whirlwind visit from my three youngest grandchildren aged 8, 6, and 3…(ages added to validate the whirlwind comment 😉). All my grand children and great grandchildren are glimmers. They are my hope. I’m so sorry we’ve made such a mess of things for them.
Back to glimmers…focus kat…being wrapped in the hugs of tiny humans is definitely a glimmer that will hold me for days. And dandelions. There are dandelions too!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
NaGloPoWriMo 13 April 2025 prompt for the day (optional, as always). Donald Justice’s poem, “There is a gold light in certain old paintings,” plays with both art and music, and uses an interesting and (as far as I know) self-invented form. His six-line stanzas use lines of twelve syllables, and while they don’t use rhyme, they repeat end words. Specifically, the second and fourth line of each stanza repeat an end-word or syllable; he fifth and sixth lines also repeat their end-word or syllable. Today, we challenge you to write a poem that uses Justice’s invented form.
like mercury colliding... 
April 14th, 2025 at 2:32 am
Take all the small glimmers . Stay alert , we must stay alert 💜💜
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April 14th, 2025 at 6:44 am
Yes!
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April 14th, 2025 at 10:34 am
🤗
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April 14th, 2025 at 9:43 am
Willow’s comment reminds me of an old army quip – Be alert, the army needs Lerts.
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April 14th, 2025 at 10:30 am
I love it!!! What an awesome wordplay. I admit I am a Lert…most times too much of a Lert for my own good 😉
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April 14th, 2025 at 1:50 pm
We have a lot of the yellow satellites in the garden just now. The heads are huge!
Yes, hugs from ‘little people’ are wonderful. I remember my nephews and nieces so many years ago! Now there are two subsequent generations. Where does the time go?
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April 14th, 2025 at 1:57 pm
It’s startling as we age to realize how quickly generation come and go. We are only here for a handful of generations.
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April 14th, 2025 at 2:23 pm
When Mum was alive, we were five generations. My great great nephew was 11 on Christmas Day 2024, and my eldest nephew 58 in March!
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April 14th, 2025 at 2:38 pm
Wow! My oldest daughter is a l most 49…my great-grandchild is 1 next month. If I can hang around another 20-25 years we’ll have 5 generations…it is quite remarkable that your family saw that span of generations.
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April 14th, 2025 at 3:01 pm
My aunt (Dad’s sister) celebrated her 100th birthday last June and sadly died on Christmas Day. They were only four generations as far as I could work out, my cousins, their children and then their children. My niece was 16 when she had her first daughter and became a grandmother at 34 when she had her son who is now 11.
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April 14th, 2025 at 10:19 pm
I have done some ancestry research. Family lines and how we all came to be fascinates me. 😊
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April 15th, 2025 at 11:34 am
Ironically, there was a major media article several years ago about a family of five living generations who shared my maiden name, which is uncommon. I didn’t recognise any of them or their relatives, so don’t know which branch of the ancestry tree they belonged to. My late cousin had done a lot of research into the family history, so maybe she would have found the line. She passed away many years ago of breast cancer.
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April 15th, 2025 at 5:29 pm
I have done the DNA test and have heard from cousins I never knew I had. What’s really weird is my ex husband and I have a common ancestor from 10 generations ago. What are the odds?!!! We met in a pub! And he actually lived in another state!
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April 15th, 2025 at 5:52 pm
Small world.
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April 15th, 2025 at 9:46 pm
Yes it is!
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April 16th, 2025 at 9:32 am
There are none so blind as those who will not see.
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April 16th, 2025 at 1:22 pm
This is so true Violet.
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