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August 8, 2025

day 217

By Kat Myrman 
fully nested

the phoebes are nesting once again
a brood to fledge before the fall
the dawn is filled with phoebe calls
“feee-bee! feee-bee!” their sweet refrain 
a brood to fledge before the fall
the phoebes are nesting once again

~kat

This evening I noticed a phoebe bird perched atop the nest crafted this past spring. I read that Phoebes actually have more than one brood a season. First to arrive in early spring and last to leave in mid-fall to winter in Central America, this pair of phoebes has been choosing the light fixtures on our house to nest for several years now.  They are hearty, resilient little birds. Over the years we have watched them persist in the face of inclement weather and wind. Their young have not always survived but these little birds rebuild again and again. It is said that they symbolize patience, persistence, and new beginnings.  An inspiration to us all to press on toward our goals even in challenging times! 

I don’t have a photo of this budding brood yet… (posted above is the same nest from earlier this year) but it is certainly a glimmer of hope. What I also have is a tiny clip of the hummingbirds jousting just outside my window while I work. Today started started and ended in glimmers. I hope you too have many days like this as well! 

Much love, peace, and multiple glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Today’s Poetry Form: the Biolet

The rhyme scheme of the biolet thus can be expressed as ABbaBA (with the capital  letters representing the repeated lines).  Length of each line can vary but works best when it follows an iambic cadence.

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August 7, 2025

day 216

By Kat Myrman 
rock-a-bye moon
the stars have run out
of wishes…the fat lady
sang her song, but no one
was listening…the fiddler
had played them to sleep
and a thousand suns faded to black

~kat

It was one on those days. My phone ringing off the hook. Hours talking family members through stuff. I must’ve hung out my “Mom is in” sign in the clouds. It is rare that I get an actual phone call. These days the preferred mode of communication is text. It’s lovely to be needed. Years after they have grown and started lives and families of their own, a simple phone call is a wonderful thing…a voice…not text shorthand and emojis on a screen. Needless to say I launched immediately into mom mode. It’s the little things, isn’t it?

I tend to lean toward chronicling the times we’re living in through poetry, and my writing. That’s why glimmers have become an important detour for me. Today, it was o phone call. And of course Gabby too. She keeps me from going over the edge.

A silly Gabby…As if to say…why so serious mom? Why indeed! She just might be an angel…

Magnetic Poetry Online – Original Kit

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August 5, 2025

day 215

By Kat Myrman 
Lughnasadh Moon

full midsummer moon
the first days of the harvest 
no reapers to sow

~kat

As summer winds down I think about farmers and wonder how they will manage after the recent ice raid’s have disappeared  members of their workforce. 

There may or may not be enough workers. There may or may not be varying tariff taxes pushing the prices we pay higher.

There may or may not be wars and while our fearless leader keeps the nuclear codes close. 

The common element above is uncertainty. These things may or may not happen. And because of that, it makes no sense to worry about what might be. There are some things of course that are not uncertain. 

For me, it’s a call to show kindness and compassion. To hold a place at our table for the marginalized and the outcast. We are not helpless and there is still reason to hope.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

And glimmers…there are always glimmers to be found. Tonight as the moon blooms into fullness, it matters not that the night act is overcast with clouds. The moon still illuminates the sky. It’s a beautiful night! Rest well my friends.

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August 4, 2025

day 214

By Kat Myrman 
two tanka tango

i had never danced
with such wild abandon
no, i wasn’t drunk
i was mortified…distressed
there was no music playing
it was quite a scene
some gawked in horror, some laughed
at me…spinning round 
flailing limbs, tossing my hair
spider web stuck to my face

~kat

I had my eye exam today. The word exam is a misnomer I think. It’s not the sort of thing one studies for. I don’t know that I’ve ever failed. But age is dimming my once sharp vision. Every year my prescription gains a percentage or two. In the world of eye health, higher numbers are not a good thing. But these days we have the technology to keep the lens lightweight and slim. So, it’s not so bad. 

Of course that leads me to my next daunting task…picking out a new pair of glasses. There are hundreds to choose from. Hundreds. And only a few that I can bear the looks of…actually I can barely see them. I take a photo on my phone and then look at myself using my current inadequate glasses. Invariably the one I settle on is the most expensive. But I tell myself, I deserve to treat myself every now and again. And I have good insurance that covers half. It’s a chore. And the fact that I’m saying that makes me sound old…cranky about the extra effort it takes to get along in the world.

I’m chuckling to myself, thinking, it’s come to this now hasn’t it… I am struck by the fact that I am so fortunate to be here. Fortunate to be able to do mundane things, to follow a schedule (if I forget, my animal friends remind me to tend to them at least), to have a job that pays the bills, to have friends and family. 

So, my eyes are going, my joints ache, and my hair is thinning from my head and growing on my chin. But I am alive and relatively healthy. For the time it took to consider all this, to write a silly poem, to collect a photo for today’s glimmer…I almost forgot that the world around me is crumbling. And I realize too, that even if everything ends as we know it, they can’t take away the memory of today. A good day. I’m getting new glasses after all. That first step outside is always a stunner when I look at the trees and see each leaf clear as day. Something to look forward to. That’s how I get through times such as these. Moments count. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Today’s glimmers are some old favorites. One can never get enough bunny and hummingbird mojo!

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August 3, 2025

day 213 ~ a ReVerse Poem

By Kat Myrman
What a wat
day 113 ~ a ReVerse Poem

as ignorant blind fools sleep
along the forest edge I went
I refuse to blend into oblivion 
Obviously, it’s clear as swamp water
done and kept anonymous
potted plants are not still life

~kat

Well, this week’s ReVerse will make you think. I tell myself that I should not try too hard to make sense of it. After all, it’s just six lines lifted from the poems written over the past 6 days. Six lines. 

To say ‘it’s been a week’ is a loaded statement for sure. It’s been months of unbelievably insane weeks. No need to wait for the left shoe to drop…it’s been raining left shoes. 

That said, hope feels like a very brave thing to do. In those moments in between hopelessness I have glimmers to keep me.  I hope you are able to embrace the glimmers in your life as well. Be assured you are not alone. 

Much love and peace to you…and glimmers, especially glimmers!

~kat

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