a fungus among us…a photo montage
This group of true mushrooms started showing their green little heads at dawn in my banana tree pot. They progressed from buttons to hooded in just one day! By night they had already toppled over and were returning back into the damp soil. It’s an ancient cycle that has been happening for eons!
Much love, peace and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
no rest for the weary…
sleep comes easy for the heartless who’ve sold their souls to hate
to those who relish cruelty while hoarding privilege, wealth, and treasure
while the night hums with the prayers of souls, woke, who cling to hope for the dawn
evil under cloak of night…
the lawless are positively giddy in the dark halls of power
as they pull the plug on a dying nation’s life support
people die everyday…they’ll get over it…we won
and yet…on a final glimmering note:
i watched a squirrel atop a birdfeeder sending bits of seed
to the waiting mouths of landfeeders: deer, turkeys, mourning doves
even the smallest of creatures are capable of kindness
Even when I find myself exhausted from the troubling direction that the leaders of our country are taking us, the natural world draws me in to give me the assurance that everything is not lost. There is still order on the world. Night and day, the seasons, new life blooming and birthing all around me…and random fascinating acts of kindness from the smallest (my squirrel friend tossing seeds to those waiting below) to the tallest…the trees providing haven and shade on hot summer days. There is balance and a sort of routine to the natural ecosystem. Even nature’s predators are not being hateful when collecting their prey. It is survival…it is the cycle of life.
Humans, given our big brains, could learn a thing or two from the world around us. I try to focus on the things nature is trying to teach me, especially when the humans around me are acting badly. It’s tempting to retaliate, to have the upper hand, to win at all costs and then gloat over my rightness. I’m not always successful. Sometimes I get downright mad!
But at the end of the day those types of victories don’t fill me with happiness or contentment. Acts of kindness, a smile toward a stranger who receives it and smiles back, helping someone without them needing to ask, forgiving those who trample over me in word or action and hoping they might eventually figure out why they’re so angry that they have to hurt others. Hoping they find peace one day…maybe through kindness I can be a light. Those things give me peace…and a purpose, especially in times like this, when it’s easy to feel hopeless.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you…remember to be kind, let that light of yours shine. ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨
~kat
Poetry form: Sijo
A sijo is a traditional Korean poetic form, characterized by its three-line structure. Each line typically contains 14-16 syllables, resulting in a total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem. The first line is introduces a theme or situation, the second line develops it, and the third line introduces a twist or unexpected turn, providing the poem’s conclusion.
and the beat goes on
no moon in the sky
the fiddler plays in the rain
mad cows running wild
~kat
Here in this land of immigrants, are any of us eligible to be called citizen? (Except the native peoples). It’s getting crazier and crazier. Some may try to blame it on the heatwave…or the “other guy” …but there is only one person who bears responsibility …
Stay safe out there my friends…look out for each other…be kind…we all need kindness now more than ever.
Much love, peace, kindness, and glimmers.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
summer storm
there’s a deliciously
cool breeze rolling
through the foothills
dancing with turned
up tree leaves,
a welcome relief
from days of
oppressive heat,
supper’s on the stove,
stuffed peppers,
tomato sauce, and
shredded mozzarella
the kitchen filled with
spice and warmth
as droplets leave craters
in the dust and tap
lightly on the metal roof,
hummingbirds sipping
nectar, deer and turkey hens
plucking up bits of corn,
squirrels collecting
sunflower seeds,
scurrying into the woods
to take shelter, mourning
doves coo-cooing, crows
caw-cawing, goldfinches
flickering, cowbirds clucking…
my dog at my feet, the cats
chasing dust bunnies
dusk and dinner time
when everything
slows down and sleep
waits in the wings
to escort me
to dreamland,
but I must admit,
on this darkening, gray night
on the cusp of a storm,
it feels as if
I am already dreaming
~kat
Three times I have written a few thoughts as I typically do…and three times while editing the draft, I have completely lost the text into the Ethernet. I think that means today’s poem is meant to stand on its own.
But I do have a few glimmers to share with you.
The first one is a snapshot of my mail order lotus flower beans that to my surprise are actually popping open and coming to life!
And the second, a latecomer from my evening walk after the storm that never amounted to more than a few drops of rain and a few impressive flashes of lightening and booming thunder…it was a dud. But I digress. Before the Gremlins here delete me yet again…I found this beautiful, magical gift from one of my crow friends.
I think maybe this crow totem may have had something to do with my technical issues this evening! 😳😆
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you…
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
sweater’s weather
when shade offers no rest
from the heat and the breeze
feels like hot breath on your
skin, there is only one
thing to do…water the flowers…
and yourself so you
don’t wither!
~kat
(magnetic poetry nature kit)
Welcome to The Bramlett Mountain Foothills Cafe and Red Dust Spa! It’s girls’ day out today. Five lovely Jennies stopped by strutting their beautifulness, and talking turkey…Oh, I sure would love to know what or who they’re talking about! It was quite a spectacle worthy of reality show notoriety.
The sights we see here in the foothills! It was a good day, and started out fabulous…glimmery even! Five glimmers to be exact!
Stay cool my friends! Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
like mercury colliding... 