a rose is just a rose, it’s name is not what matters most it is its fragrant sweetness, blushing blooms, that we admire sun, moon and stars, are more than just distant celestial orbs they shift the tides, grant wishes, arouse hearts with raw desire
streams, lakes, and oceans have a certain way of stirring souls in stillness, ripples widening into waves kissing the shore unsettling the sand, just at the edge, eroding earth and stone to draw us deep into the darkest depths longing for more
the air is not just something to be breathed in and exhaled it is fragrant, gentle, fierce, tempestuous and still a myriad of voices, each with different tales to tell tossing wisps of hair, downing trees, scorching hot to bitter chill
a songbird’s trill, a babbling brook, cicada ecstasy bitter herbs, fresh baking bread, a lover’s lingering scent fresh laundered bedsheets cool to touch, warm mud between one’s toes poets weave fantastical in ways we’ve only dreamt
~kat
Na|GloPoWrMo 2026 Day 26 Prompt: Today, we challenge you to write your own ars poetica, giving the reader some insight into what keeps you writing poetry, or what you think poetry should do.
Joining me at sunset is always good for a glimmer or two…or…evolving glimmers!
it was a reasonable goal, when I was young, naive enough to trust the promises of politicians who, by the way, never keep promises…pay into the machine, they explained, in fact, we’ll help you…we’ll pass a law to nab it (I mean deduct it) from your hard-earned, blood, sweat and tears, wages…skim it right off the top, so you don’t even miss it, for safekeeping, in a special fund (unless of course we need it for, say, millionaire bailouts, those poor, rich misers who long to be billionaires…just a bit…you won’t even notice…and we’ll raise the age, people are living longer, healthier, these days you know…to balance the books, add a sliding scale to incentivize you to work and pay longer into the slush… I mean security fund…potāto…tomăto… just wait until you’re 65…66…66 and 4-5-6 months or more…or if you’re feeling immortal, retire at 70…72 in a few years more to maximize your return…it’s just a few years…it’s a gamble…what a deal… you live long enough…they’re betting you won’t, and actually have a plan for that too, cancel accessible, affordable healthcare…but I digress…it was a reasonable goal when I was young and naive…as 70 fast approaches, this year in fact, I suppose I made it, beat the odds, will finally claim the ultimate reward, that big payout, except I won’t be retiring any time soon…I can’t afford to do that…thank goodness I still have a job and enough of my wits to work it
~kat
Na|GloPoWrMo 2026 Day 25 Prompt: Today’s challenge asks you to write your own poem in which you use at least three metaphors for a single thing, include an exclamation, ruminate on the definition of a word, and come back in the closing line to the image or idea with which you opened the poem.
I’m calling today’s glimmer “mission accomplished!” There is a certain satisfaction in accomplishing a task without any leftover parts! Our resident plecostomus has outgrown our meager 30 gallon fish tank…perfectly fine for tetras and snails, but totally inadequate for a monster, prehistoric looking ground feeder. We decided to gift our wine cabinet buffet hutch to a young couple we know…we don’t even drink wine!!! What were we thinking when we thought we needed that piece of furniture in our dining room…pass a shot of good bourbon on the rocks if you please! 😉 I ordered a rush tank cabinet and it arrived this week. Managed to dolly it up to the back porch and set to the task of piecing it together…let’s just say I am an expert with an allen wrench, the go-to tool for all furniture kits from China! A short three hours later, I had completed the project! It is beautiful, sturdy, and will make a nice addition to our dining area…and I can’t wait to introduce our pleco to his new digs! There are sure to be more photos to come!!!
moon flower . she only blooms at dusk tempting night sippers with her intoxicating sweet scent drawing moths from the lamplight’s glare, certain death for those who get too close fading at dawns light
~kat
Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 24 Prompt: Today, we challenge you to write your own poem that takes place at night, and describes something magical or strange that happens but that no one is awake (or around) to notice.
And a glimmer…added a fountain to our little pond in the bird garden…
there’s nothing new about the news today another war, another grift, more lies America the great’s on full display…
just live what’s left to live for, anyway ignore the fools, believe your lying eyes there’s nothing new about the news today
the bots will lure you in, just walk away turn off your phone, and get yourself outside America the great’s on full display…
take a walk, sink your bare feet in the clay turn your face toward the sun under blue skies there’s nothing new about the news today
use this moment, breathe for heaven’s sake listen to the breeze, hug a tree, get high America the great’s on full display…
you don’t owe anyone the time of day so when you’re overwhelmed, just step away there’s nothing new about the news today America the great’s on full display?
~kat
This afternoon’s glimmer…it’s the simplest of things that touch us the deepest…much love, peace, and glimmers to you! 🥰 ~kat
Poetry style: The villanelle consists of five tercets and a quatrain with line lengths of 8-10 syllables. The first and third lines of the first stanza become refrains that repeat throughout the poem. It looks like this:
Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 22 Prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem in which the speaker is in dialogue with him or herself.
I had a few thoughts on this one…
1~
the spider
I won’t be able to sleep I can’t just leave it there What if it wanders? in the dark, on the ceiling over my head, watching me, waiting for the right moment to drop!!! I can’t sleep while it’s under the same roof! I know what I need to do roll a magazine, or maybe get a broom… yeah, a broom, that’s good distance between me and IT take aim and swing, but I don’t dare miss… what if I miss and it gets away? Can’t let it get away, I’ll never find it It’ll just be out there, somewhere until it drops on my face! I’ve never seen one this big I wonder what kind it is? I should google it… No googling, focus! I can do this steady now… I can do this… but it’s so beautiful, even if it is terrifying… I CAN’t DO THIS!
I’ll get a Tupperware bowl, scooch it inside with the lid, and then transfer it outside I’ve got this…I’ve got this…oh my… OH MY! whoa, that was easier than I thought it would be I knew I could do it…I knew it there you go little guy… there you go… NOW…I can sleep!
~kat
~2
voices in my ear
you know you want to it’s wrong, don’t do it no one needs to know but you’ll know, you…will…know somebody’s gonna do it, might as well be… no! Not you…you know what your mama always said your mama! don’t see nobody’s mama here well she’s here…she’s always here between your ears… ugh…for Pete’s sake, it’s JUST A COOKIE! your favorite…you know you want it. it IS your favorite, chocolate chip with macadamia nuts… that’s right, knew you’d come around, it’s gonna be so good… you really don’t NEED it though, it’s the polite, right thing to do…just leave it… walk away wait, don’t, oh well, one day you’ll realize that your sacrifice is all for nothing! Anyone else would have taken that last cookie, and not given it a single thought… yeah, well you’re not anybody, you’re your mama’s daughter…like she always said, “right is right” yada yada yada…
~kat
Today’s glimmer is a real beauty. First full bloom of our moon flower. While it can be highly toxic to people, but the bees, butterflies, and hummingbirds, seem to love it, especially when it blooms at night. I was able to catch a photo in the morning! Fascinating plant.
Much love, peace, and night glimmers (or at the very least, sweet dreams) to you.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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