Monthly Archives: July 2025

July 31, 2025

day 210

lunacy in lala-land

Not to brag
Or anything…
Really, it’s true
Most days i am
Absolutely, unquestionably 
Lucid as a dryer setting 
Crazy isn’t it?
You’d never know 

If I didn’t tell you!
Sometimes I surprise myself

Obviously, it’s clear as swamp water
Vanilla is my favorite flavor
Everything I do is
Rather boring, common even
Reality is my kick
And if you don’t believe me
Take a look around and you’ll see
Everybody else is looney tunes insane 
Daffy as the day the don dubbed them magats

~kat

Every now and again I like to have a little fun. It breaks the tension of unending annihilation, lawlessness, and destruction. Even a bleeding heart like me can only take so much before losing it…we’re talking hysterical unwarranted laughter over nothing, until my sides hurt and there are tears running down my thighs. IYKYK… it sucks getting old.

Anyhoo, even on my craziest, unhinged days, they got me beat. You can’t make up some of the ludicrous things they think, and actually believe. I suppose I should be thanking the walking dead to reality folks. They make me look positively sane, even on my most insane moments. It’s all relative…in 50 shades of cray…cray.

This morning I was greeted by several deer folk. They’re my glimmers for today. They watch me and appear to wonder just who or what I am…what they don’t know is I am wondering the same thing!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨

And then there was this…the view from my pocket as my camera kept snapping once deposited there. It’s finally the proof I need…I have stardust in my pockets! Weird…right?!

It’s either dust in my pocket or the mother ship coming to take me home!!! more glimmers either way!

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July 30, 2025

day 209

By Kat Myrman

death of an experiment

so this is what it feels like to exist 
at a time of history repeating,
to wonder who they will come for
next; to resist hate in a world 
where kindness and compassion
are revolutionary acts, where caring 
is a liability, where the words on
my cell phone are an indictment, 
where it’s just a matter of time
before they find me out…well…
I’m not hiding…like mercury colliding…
I refuse to blend into oblivion 
with those who sleep through this 
nightmare while innocents suffer…
I read today, the bees are dying 
someone should do something, but
the inconvenient truth of the matter 
is, someone is me, and I don’t know 
what to do, except to shine a light,
to tell you, to tell anyone who’ll listen,
the bees are dying…because
I think you should know 

~kat

Today’s poem speaks for itself. That said, I present to you today’s glimmer…literally, lightning in the distance and the sounds of midsummer nights in the foothills of Bramlett Mountain. Even while the world sleeps, the forest sings, for the trees perhaps? Another lesson to consider from these woods that I call home.

much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Night sounds on Bramlett Mountain ~kat

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July 29, 2025

day 208

By Kat Myrman

remnant of flight

along the forest edge I went
to find a feather fallen there
a bird in flight shed it, midair 
a tom, he was magnificent!
to find a feather fallen there
along the forest edge I went

~kat

Today has been a good day. The world is still crazy, but…After my day job, fixing dinner for the critters inside and outside, and throwing together a creamy white bean soup with artichoke hearts and spinach for my partner and me, I looked at my evening chore list, several tasks long, and decided after tidying up the kitchen and taking Gabby for a walk, that the chores could wait. As I write, dusk is gently dimming the light outside my window and I have my feet up. Not only is it okay for you to take time for you…it’s okay to check out from the craziness of the world. I promise you, it will all be waiting for you when you decide you’re ready to dive back in.

And those chores, the vacuuming, spot cleaning the carpets, and changing water in the fish tank will wait. None of it is critical. The most important thing is taking care of myself. It’s true I have many souls depending on me. I can’t be there for them, frankly, if I’m not here!

In fact, the inspiration for today’s poem literally fell from the sky while I was walking my dog. It’s not often the turkeys in these woods take flight, but when they do it is a sight to see! Even better is the fact that I was left with a beautiful souvenir.

So yes! I am grateful for the lessons of the past week or so where I could barely stay awake while trying to do the very thing that feeds my soul. Writing. I took time for myself this evening. It was and is a good day…a very good day. Sweet dreams are sure to follow!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Turkeys in flight weren’t the only things glimmering this evening!

Todays poetry form: the Biolet

It is a six line poem, and like the triolet, the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme of the biolet is ABbaBA (with the capital letters representing the repeated lines). The length of the lines, can vary, and be either metered or unmetered with 8, 10 or 12 syllables per line.

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July 29, 2025

yesterday 207

By Kat Myrman

the morning after too much

its insanity
death bit the apple again
‘cause monsters have rights
to wield guns of war
to assault and rape children
to disappear others…
deals with the devil
by the vilest of the beasts
buys them clemency 
or seats at the top
no justice, no peace…victims
pay with innocence
a selfish nation
loses its soul drip by drip
on blood stained pages
history repeats
as ignorant blind fools sleep
soundly, unaware

~kat

I ran out of day once again yesterday. I having a hard time managing the steady crushing pace of work, caretaking, and housekeeping that keeps me engaged mindlessly dawn to night fall. Even the pleasant hours of dusk escape me, robbing me of moments to sit, to rest, to write. There is too much to do in this world that is becoming too much to bear. So here I am. It’s tomorrow with an unfinished poem…two lines, maybe three was all I could manage before sleep overtook me.

There was another mass shooting…this time in New York…more thoughts and prayers of course. There is a monster who preyed on children who is trading secrets for a pardon from our president, who may consider granting it to protect his rich friends (including many suspect himself), who feasted at her table, and to make their ugly story go away. No mention. No justice for the victims. Tariff deals are being penned under the guise of making our country rich, where the fine print clearly states this will be fulfilled by emptying the pockets of we the people as prices rise exponentially. People are continuing to disappear. And children are starving. It’s insanity. On a bright note, at least I recognize that it is!

As promised to you and to myself, I managed the capture some glimmers along the way…yesterday. And so I share them here with you. To hopefully give us something good and lovely to dwell on. I’ll BRB with today’s Day 108!

Poetry Form: a string of haiku style poems.

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July 27, 2025

day 206 Sunday’s ReVerse

By Kat Myrman

Sunday ReVerse ~ 27 July 2025

a baby’s soft breath
an angel to give us hope…
eventually you’ll find you can’t believe a word they say
when the world turns dark
in the best and the worst of times
life is now
we grow complacent 
listen to yourself
the greatest revolution 
stars, for there were many
offer us a choice
(we) need bliss
consider your story
just because
future plagiarists repeat

~kat

Last week started with joy! A new life born. My great-granddaughter joined our growing clan to the waiting arms of a family that will love her, nurture her and celebrate her. This against a backdrop of a world in turmoil. Clearly the darkest remnants of our collective history repeating itself in a horrible, frightening way. Because I had a front row seat to the extremes of wonderful joyous news and what has become a daily assault on our humanity, it go me to thinking. As I reflected on this week’s ReVerse I wondered…

You know the saying ‘history repeats itself’? What if, because that is true we shifted our focus not on the worst of humanity…the dark history of our past, but on the triumphs, the astounding successes of this modern age, our capacity to love, show compassion and kindness? Couldn’t it, wouldn’t it be lovely if our focus shifted things and ushered in a repeating of that element of our history. The good, the heroic, the brave and triumphant stories also exist. While the doom news rarely considers it profitable to report on such things, there is nothing stopping us from retelling the inspiring stories in the hopes that they too might be repeated, and exponentially so. Just a thought. A glimmer of hope. May all of history repeat and may acts of kindness, compassion, fairness, justice and peace trump the stories our dark moments.

Much love, peace and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Today’s glimmer is a meme I happened upon after writing today’s post…a new word… melorism. It’s a thing! I love it when the universe sends these little glimmers of alignment to encourage me to carry on. 🥰