Monthly Archives: April 2025

NaGloPoWriMo 5 April 2025 ~ glimmer day 94

evening banquet

they’re watching
listening for the
rata-tat-tata-tat
the garage door opening
rata-tat-tata-tat
where the human collects
nuts and seeds to toss wide
underneath the juniper trees

but not before tending to
a murder of crows
on their high tree perch
watching and waiting
she treats them first
caw, caw…caw, caw, caw
they croon at the sight
“hey crows…hey crows”
she crows back in delight
her murder of crows,
caw, caw…caw, caw, caw
“hey crows…hey crows”
grab the peanuts she lays
at the alter of aandeg

round the corner they watch
camouflaged by brush greening
turkey toms mingle
gobble gob gobble gob gob
they’re gobblers of course
and a doe, wide-eyed,
graceful, patiently waits
for sweet kernels of corn
to nibble nosh nibble, while
the sun dips to crimson
and another day ends

~kat

Today’s challenge was an interesting one. It came together in pieces. A drip drip drip of thoughts and ideas that needed to be rounded up like scattered cats and crafted into something resembling poetry. That is what today’s creative process felt like. There are moments when I wonder if it will ever make it to the page…and then it happens. Today’s glimmer was that moment I added the last line and read the words again from top to bottom, adding my name for the finish. I really don’t understand how it happens. But it is amazing when it does!

Much Love, Peace, and Creative Glimmers to You!

~kat ✨✨💚✨✨


NaGloPoWriMo 5 April 2025 prompt: today’s (optional) prompt is inspired by musical notation, and particularly those little italicized –and often Italian – instructions you’ll find over the staves in sheet music, like con allegro or andante. First, pick a notation from the first column below. Then, pick a musical genre from the second column. Finally, pick at least one word from the third column. Now write a poem that takes inspiration from your musical genre and notation, and uses the word or words you picked from the third column. Click on the link to see all the choices. This poem was inspired by Tempo di murder, fugue, banquet


NaGloPoWriMo 4 April 2025 ~ glimmer day 93

This is a photo taken of the morning sun using my iPhone camera. ~kat
beyond the frame

my room has frames of living art
shades of green and blue and gold
rain-splashed watercolored trees
clustered leaves in pale chartreuse
exposed patches of earthen clay
rich in grubs, where turkeys play

each window of my country home
reveals the splendor just outside
i wake up to the sun at dawn
and drift to sleep by moon at night
my walls in general are bare
paint on canvas can’t compare
with nature’s perfect masterpiece
where I am a one with all I see

~kat

I have stated before that when we moved to our little country home in the Blue Ridge foothills we decided to leave the windows undressed. It felt weird at first. I felt exposed, vulnerable even. But as I settled into this new experience after decades of shuttering myself off from the world outside; from the noise and nosy passersby, I realized what a gift it is to live so close to the natural world. I experience the seasons intimately as the landscape moves through spring, summer, autumn and winter. Wildlife passes by everyday, the birds, the deer, raccoons, squirrels and opossums. Storms rush in, shaking the roof, bending the trees and soaking the earth before fading to mist under an occasional rainbow. I wake to the rising sun and sleep under a starry moonlit sky. I didn’t realize when we moved how much I needed this place. It has saved me in so many ways and I am reminded that I am not separate from the world around me, but intrinsically a part of it. I left town and gained the world. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. Every day is a glimmer waiting to be discovered! 

~kat ✨✨💚✨✨  


NaGloPoWriMo 4 April 2025 Prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem about living with a piece of art.


NaGloPoWriMo 3 April 2025 – Glimmer Day 92

one plus one equals two

if we’re comparing decimals
i think the dewey kind
I loved perusing card files
for books I sought to find
a statement that’s conditional
shouldn’t need an if and then
if you were to mention cosines
I might ask you for a pen
when looking for a difference
it’s perception I employ
I’m not sure that it makes sense
“to find the difference…take away”
I cannot comprehend the math of
a, b, c, d, y and x
to me their value is in words
they’re building blocks of text
math and numbers rattle me,
a wordsmith to the core,
counting syllables at best I’ll do
equations I abhor
oh I can do the basics
add, subtract, and multiply
but I’m a writer not a math wiz
you ask what…and I ask why

~kat

I’m definitely not into math. I’m forced to use it in my job, creating formulas in excel, doing balance sheets. It stresses me. After a day with my nose in numbers, I’m exhausted. But my job isn’t all numbers. I plan international travel itineraries, manage a series of monthly newsletters, write tutorials and SOPs (standard operating procedures), transcribe meeting notes and actions, manage calendars and schedule meetings. My day job involves only a small fraction of math…until recently. Now we’re drowning in tariff mitigations. It’s a self inflicted (by Donald T) catastrophe that has my team scrambling. “Just the numbers,” my boss tells us. “I need numbers.” **Sigh**

I don’t need numbers. I need words. I need affirmations to get me through the latest chaotic whims of this terrible administration.   I need glimmers…every. single. day. I noticed this scene on my nightly walk this evening. Right on time. A glimmer, stirring lovely memories of  my beloved rescue pup, Theo. This was his favorite spot in our yard. He loved those pink flamingos placed under our huge white oak tree. We’ve been waiting for the ground to thaw and soften to receive Theo’s ashes. Even in the bitter there is sweetness. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat

pink flamingoes under the old white oak
Theo

NaGloPoWriMo 3 April 2025 prompt: write a poem that obliquely explains why you are a poet and not some other kind of artist – or, if you think of yourself as more of a musician or painter (or school bus driver or scuba diver or expert on medieval Maltese banking) – explain why you are that and not something else!


Day 91 – NaGloPoWriMo 4.2.2025

mother in exile

once great, colossus stands in shame on Liberty’s guarded shores
sounding the alarm she cries to pilgrims near and far
you are no longer welcome here at these tall shuttered gates
her torch has been extinguished by a cruel wave of hate
she’s a mother now in exile, since they stripped her of her name
she weeps for all her children, “please don’t come here, it’s not safe.”
the torch she once held high went dark in 1984
its replacement never glowed as bright as it had shined before
the tired, poor, the refugees, still came to seek her face
but the gatekeepers decided that these souls should be erased
the pillars on the hill are toppling, tumbling to the ground
no freedom or democracy, as a dictator is crowned
the world watched in horror as the great colossus fell
history once again repeating, truth, future tomes will tell

~kat

NaGloPoWriMo 2025 – Prompt: write a poem that directly addresses someone, and that includes a made-up word, an odd/unusual simile, a statement of “fact,” and something that seems out of place in time (like a Sonny & Cher song in a poem about a Greek myth).

I took my inspiration from the poem by Emma Lazarus. The poem and a few facts are listed below.

To my international friends…I’m so sorry my country’s poor choice in electing a crazy person now affects you as well. The latest news from the rose garden…tariffs. It all feels scary and messed up. But here is a fun fact that illustrates what a band of lunatics are in charge!

There were substantial tariffs imposed on two uninhabited volcanic islands… well one of them is inhabited by penguins, seals, and seagulls. Social media had a field day…

“The Heard Island and McDonald penguins have been taking advantage of us for too long – it’s about time we stood up to them!” former New Jersey congressman Tom Malinowski joked on X.

Sometimes all you can do is laugh at the craziness. We’re all waiting I’m sure to see if the penguins decide to impose a retaliatory tariff on us!…there’s your glimmer for today. It’s impossible to take any of this seriously even though it is dead serious. All I can say is, be kind to those you encounter. Be a glimmer in someone’s life. We’ll get through this…together.

Much love, peace and glimmers to you…and penguins…I’m hoping to stay on their good side!

~kat


“The New Colossus” is a sonnet by American poet Emma Lazarus (1849–1887). She wrote the poem in 1883 to raise money for the construction of a pedestal for the Statue of Liberty (Liberty Enlightening the World). In 1903, the poem was cast onto a bronze plaque and mounted inside the pedestal’s lower level.

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

~Emma Lazarus


day 90 ~ Na/GloPoWriMo 2025 off-prompt 4.1

s(h)elf life 

I passed my “best if used by” date
over a half a century ago
exposure to the elements
has taken quite a toll

my skin is leathery and dry
my hair is turning gray
I need bifocals for my eyes
my hearing’s fine…wait, what’d you say?

my plumbing’s gotten leaky
my pipes are filled with gas
I‘ve lost control completely
might toot toot as i walk past

expirations come, no warning
and the end, I’m sure, is near
luck will keep me ‘til the morning
may the fates grant me a few more years

believe me when I tell you
though I’m slowly losing steam
my mind still thinks I’m twenty-two
filled with hope and unspent dreams

~kat

Na/GloPoWriMo 2025 April 1: Well, I’m not sure where that came from based on the prompt. I started looking at musical terms and artist terms and paintings and ended up considering the concept of shelf lives and expiration dates and how they relate to aging in humans. I blame this detour partly on my day job which bothers itself with product lifecycles, expiration dates and the like. I suppose it’s a sad commentary on the reality of my lack of work-life balance. But I digress. 

And…there goes a butterfly…will ya look at that!

Much love, peace, and unlimited, unspoiled glimmers to you!

~kat

Here’s a link to today’s Na/GloPoWriMo prompt, just in case you want to give it a try.