
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 ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨




July 31st, 2025 at 6:36 am
Wow! There is a whole orchestra, and then some, of creatures singing, talking, whispering, telling the world how marvellous life is, if only we will let it be!
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August 10th, 2025 at 7:03 am
I just found your comment…sorry for the late reply. It certainly is a wonderful sound, as is the symphony of birdsong every morning. It’s a lovely way to start and end the day! 😊
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July 31st, 2025 at 10:23 am
Yes Peter! It is quite lovely to close my eyes and let the sounds of life envelope me. Good medicine too. 😊
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