day 364

lying eyes
.
they
would like us all
to
accept their bold lies
to move on, surrender, get on with
our lives
but we can’t unsee it
the hot truth screaming
from our phones
her last words, her smile
kindness snuffed out in an instant
by hate wielding a gun, trained to kill,
from every angle, time-lapsed, freeze-framed
they can’t hide 
we can’t,
won’t forget

~kat
In memory of Renee Nicole Good, may she rest in peace. 

I woke this morning to rain. It will be an all day event. Gray, muted skies and the rhythmic tapping of raindrops on the soft, and growing softer, saturated ground.

I often view rain as tears from heaven. This weekend especially, it is fitting that the universe is bereft as it witnesses the horrors we humans inflict on one another by day and candlelit parks and byways, like stars fallen to the earth, flickering, as those seeking answers and justice gather shoulder to shoulder by night to remember the innocents lost to hate.

I’ll close today’s post with this second poem inspired by the rain…

raining tears
.
i
stand here looking
up
face drenched in raindrops
hiding the tears I’ve held for too long
cold, hot
wet, my raw eyes, burning
my heart breaking for
this world gone mad
may we all
find peace and healing
and the resolve to stand clear-eyed
in the breach between good and evil
unflinching and unblinking
united to take our country back
much love, peace,
healing,
and glimmers…

~kat
✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

I’m trying, truly trying to hold onto hope. This almost full year (one more day!) of glimmers has helped me. I hope if you have joined me on this quest, that the glimmers I’ve shared, and the ones you have discovered and shared with me as well, have helped you during this dark time. Keep the lights on my friends. 💚

(Fibonacci Sequence poems using these digits to set syllable counts for each line: 3.14159265358979323)