death moans lazily from the edge, as shadows grow long…another day fading to black while we sleep, dreaming, under a moonlit sky
~kat
It occurs to me that i practice every night for my final journey from this life. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep trusting in the dawn. But I am not promised the dawn. All the more reason to rejoice when it comes and I am given another day to live. Tonight’s sunset was a brilliant display of golden and red hues bouncing off wisps of clouds. If it were to be my last, if dawn never comes, I am grateful that I stopped a moment to breathe, to take it all in. Should dawn greet me tomorrow, I shall rise knowing that a new day is a gift. A reminder to myself to live it fully.
Peace, Love, and Glimmers to You! (If you’re reading this, I am so grateful that you are here and we can share this moment together!)
mother of exiles . she has faced many trials here in the land of opportunity once upon a time she stood as a beacon until now as a malevolent wave sweeps across a broken nation under siege shuttering the gates liberty mourns for her children
~kat
A day away from the news and so much happened… just one day. It’s insane. But even if I do write my angst in poetry, I would be remiss if I brushed off the fabulous show from this morning. The turkeys are very restless. It’s spring after all! A couple of Toms it seems finally have an entourage of lovely Jennies. They are being coy and hard to get but they are keeping company with the gents now. It’s just a matter of time before nature takes it’s course and sets the stage for a brood of young chicks. Life goes on, doesn’t it? Life always finds a way.
And so as bleak as the news may be this day, I am reminded by my Turkey friends that life is a gift.
Peace, Love, and Glimmers to you!
~kat
Poem inspiration: pi = 3.1415926535 – the words of each line correspond to the number sequence of pi.
where there is smoke . fire is most certainly raging somewhere there is no denying it we see the smoke billowing, blotting out the sky here…there random houses set afire, leaving nothing… those who fan the flames do not care that people are still inside
~kat
Catching up today …I took a social media news break yesterday. Not that I was completely off the hook. My day job provided all the stress I could handle, or not handle. I keep telling myself I am getting too old to deal with office politics and greedy boards and shareholders whose demands trickle down through our micromanaging bosses to us…the worker bees who barely get a chance to taste our own honey.
The prospect of losing my hard earned benefits to pay the wealthy few a bonus for re-electing their great leader makes me all the more weary.
On a positive note, I managed to speak up for myself and set some boundaries. It took a lot for me to stand up for myself. I tend to acquiesce. So there is that. A little victory to celebrate. A glimmer if you will. Enough of a spark to keep me going forward.
Peace, Love, and Glitters,
~kat
Another Pi-inspired poem. This time based on the number of words for each line correlated to the number sequence: pi = 3.1415926535
Can you see it? Why can’t you see it? We have a murder folks Even the TURKEYS are restless when everything slowly faded with a sharpie in hand rename points on the map the sun fills the sky with light they leaned in to hear more paying it forward to someone in need filling our hearts with joie de vivre at least they cannot cancel spring since we stole an hour from dawn you can’t eclipse her Blood Moon on a Starry Night we laughed then, but it’s not funny now if it’s with not at
~kat
Happy ReVerse Poetry Day where I revisit the last few weeks of postings and weave together a new poem by lifting a favorite line from each day’s entry.
Today’s ReVerse is a bit all over the place. Kind of like the affairs of the world…chaotic…frenetic…destructive leaving us all stunned in the wake. I have to admit I thought it would be bad, but the last few months has far exceeded my worst expectations. The latest stroke of trumps poison pen orders include a stop to all federal funding for the institute of museums and library services as well as an order to ram the final nails into the USAid coffin by demanding that all classified records be shredded, and if there are too many to shred…to burn them. We need to remember … we need to keep reminding ourselves and others of how we used to be before the those claiming to make things great began their rampage of destruction. We need to hold those stories close to our hearts and tell them to our children and grandchildren…the stories of our imperfect experiment in democracy, fraught with civil wars and challenges, and crimes against indigenous peoples and African peoples but who managed to have glimmers of greatness, of justice, compassion, inclusion, and kindness.
Currently, we are a disaster, not to be trusted. This US administration is erasing all evidence of the truth. But there are legions of us who know the truth and who see the lies for what they are, perpetrated by insecure, selfish, criminal, vile, white men who want it all, even if they have to destroy us and everything good to get it.
Once again world, I am so very sorry for the monster that our country’s ignorant fools have unleashed on you. I have never been so grateful to have moved to the hills several years ago so I don’t have to see them every day through my window. I like it here with the songbirds and my beloved murder of crows, and the squirrels and chipmunks, the turkeys and opossums and raccoons, the snapping turtles and snakes…and the fungi, flowers, blackberry bushes, and trees. There are glimmers to be found in this ash heap of a country yet…all around for those of us willing to see, and always to be treasured in our hearts!
Peace, Love, and Glimmers to you!
~kat
I’ll leave you with a few of those glimmers…I hope they lighten your heart like they do mine! ✨💚✨
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