word dump with glimmers

I am catching my breath a bit. The last month or so has been a bit of a whirlwind…my wife had a health crisis, (she’s on the mend…slowly), we celebrated great granddaughter #2 on her first birthday…then my oldest daughter’s 50th…in the middle of all that we rescued a special pup…Traci’s dream dog…I couldn’t say no…(who we discovered has some medical issues – our vet said “you all know how to pick em…” though I think it is the universe that does the picking) and of course the world is going crazy as usual…so much noise!

But I have been writing…and there have been some lovely glimmers…and I caught my breath long enough to post them…

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat 🌿✨💚✨🌿

Let’s start with a few glimmers….

And some words that spilled out and made it to my notebook. Random…a bit chaotic…like life right about now. I always angst about posting…should I…shouldn’t I…

proof of life

a spark, a glimmer, 
electrical blips 
on an ultrasound screen
proof enough 
that a human exists
but not belonging…
no…belonging requires 
puritanical Arian roots 
fundamentally defined 
by powerful men
who only see in white
too ignorant to realize 
that white only exists 
because of a rainbow
of diverse, diffused color…
a rainbow 
light dancing on a spectrum.
it’s called diversity
they call it DEI, an acronym
destined for the dustbin
of history as only they
remember it 

~k

weekends at Mitch’s

somewhere in the dark in between
a simple mind, long faded to black
withers, gray matter pumped with air
while cowards conjure 
20 minute conversations,
to keep his seat on ice…
pressed for proof his minions
craft lame, artificially 
intelligent snapshots
of a life perpetually extended,
a stiff fabricated smile, blurred hands,
a spark, a glimmer, electrical blips
but nobody’s home
proof of life obscured 
to satisfy hate’s architect
his mortgaged soul left to roam
the corridors of hell
if there is such a place
to taste the bitter poison 
he scattered on the vulnerable 
when winning and cruelty made
his black heart skip a beat

~k

true story…a haiku

it is a good day
when I don’t confuse toothpaste 
with hemorrhoid cream

~k

a wish à la limerick

I hope this day is a good one for you. 
Filled with delights, and fun things to do.
With time for a breath
Put your feet up and rest
Have dessert if you like before dinner…have two

~k

writer’s block

I have not been blocked
but I have been haunted
by words offering no buffer,
no consolation from the noise
to write or not to write…
what a silly question!

~k

tempest do tell

out of nowhere fierce winds 
sweep through the hills
upturning leaves
exposing tree bones
and sinew bending, bending, 
baring their souls as their roots
cling to damp, fragile earth
the air puffing and huffing
as if to say, “i can take you out
anytime i want, snap your limbs, 
tossing them to the ground…”
everyday the air reminds us
it is just one easternly swell
from tempest…everyday the trees
reach toward the light, soak up 
the dew at dawn, shelter tender
fledglings pre-flight, and dance…
oh, how they dance on the breeze 
they know the wind better 
than it knows itself, its predictable 
unpredictability, and that its 
fierceness is just hot air

~k

🌿✨💚✨🌿