nobody noticed when the dust settled drifting into nooks and cracks coating shelves and knickknacks nobody noticed when everything slowly faded under a dull gray hue
we have forgotten we are stardust and light we are bone and sinew blood and flesh infused with the eternal spirit of love living, breathing beacons with potential for goodness
nobody noticed as we languished under the ash heaps of history repeating we have forgotten what we are made of we have forgotten who we are...
~kat
This one ruminated for a while in my head, eking out in pieces…I needed to sleep in it to bring it to the page. The glimmer for day 64…remember, remember who you are. Don’t let anyone tell you that you are less than…
Good morning! I may come up with a poem later today, but for now I just had to share this morning’s glimmer to you. If you’ve been following me, you know that I have a faithful duo (an attempted murder, if you will 😉) of crows who call for me and wait for me to give them peanuts. Recently, a third crow has joined them, but only after I have presented the peanuts. Drama ultimately ensues, as the blue jays descend to steal the peanuts, but the crows hold their ground.
This morning, THREE crows perched in their watching tree…and not pictured above a fourth called from a distance (the neighbor’s yard) to them.
You know I love a good analogy…and I so needed a glimmer this morning as our president has imposed unreasonable tariffs on our neighbors to the north and south, cut off all aid to our ally, Ukraine, as he openly aligns with Russia, stopping all sanctions, all while continuing to dismantle our government causing undue harm to our people. He will no doubt be boasting about his self-perceived prowess over the the world in his address to Congress tonight. It makes me feel sick. This morning, I believe the universe sent me just the encouragement I needed to face the day.
The jays won’t win the peanut wars, because the crows are organizing, growing in number. Even neighboring crows are adding their voice to the scene. There has been a shift. I know to some my take on this might seem odd, even wishful thinking. But it has encouraged me so much this morning. We have a murder folks…IYKYK
Peace, Love, and Glimmers to you! Whatever new horrors might unfold today, the crows are organizing!
This past weekend’s project…a few loaves of bread. My favorite parts of the process? Watching the yeast activate in warm, sugar-sweetened water…and kneading soft, warm dough…it’s not something you rush through. Good bread takes time and effort, but it is so worth it. When I’m in need of a glimmer…when I feel stressed or overwhelmed, I bake!
you say i’m overreacting …
Obviously, over half of us are losers. Victory was never in the cards for us. Everyone knows the truth now. Remember when Republicans were respectable? End of an era…it’s the end of all endings. America is on the brink. Can you see it? Why can’t you see it? Tell me when things are great again. It’s not going to happen, not for us Only for the rich…and the soulless Not that it matters…lies comfort you more than the truth
~kat
A little back story on today’s poem. I had a disturbing conversation with someone close to me recently. Someone who voted for Trump. I know several people who lean that way. They think what’s happening is great…it’s about time someone shakes things up. It’s obvious they get their news from this administration’s reliable unreliable sources and the sycophants who spin and regurgitate the lies that keep half of this country afraid and angry. It’s that…or they just don’t watch the news. Once, every four years, they come out in their red, white, and blue attire on Election Day…cast a vote for the person who entertained them the most. And then go back to living their happy little lives while the rest of us burn in the hell’s wrath that they’ve unleashed with a flippant stroke of a pen. There’s really no talking to them. All I can hope for…and it makes me feel like a horrible person for thinking it, is that when the pain and suffering comes knocking at their door…as it will (I don’t know any billionaires), that they get a belly full of what they voted for, thinking it would only affect other people. It’s a horrible way to think, but sometimes people need to hit bottom before they can begin to heal.
There are a few things I can commit to when that day comes. I’m not heartless…I’m a bleeding heart liberal who wants peace, justice, fairness, and freedom for everyone, for goodness’ sake! But I am bracing myself, and intent on finding redemption for thinking what I’ve thought. To that end, I won’t say, I refuse to say, “I told you so.” But I will be there for them, to console their profound disillusionment, to lift them from the shame they might feel for having been duped by a vile con artist. I will love them, even as I do now, even though we believe very differently about how the world should work. It’s the very least I can do. I promise to keep a light shining. To be a safe place. I’ve been preparing my whole life for this. Compassion and empathy are often forged in the fire of hardship and adversity. Yep I can do this. I am here for such a time as this.
Peace, love, and glimmers of light to you.
~kat
Today’s Poetry Form: The Acrostic
An acrostic is a poem or other word composition in which the first letter (or syllable, or word) of each new line (or paragraph, or other recurring feature in the text) spells out a word, message or the alphabet.
A bright crescent Moon dancing with Venus ~ kat 2025
a ReVerse…well that was a week!
history repeats itself though nuanced variations can shift it’s a quandary I’ve wrestled with dreams of youth pending deep breath…deep breath as chaos churns the birds are singing | people will perish an attempted murder, two crows in a tree it’s a murder now, two crows are three
~kat
It was the art of the steal…oops I meant deal…(wink) on display for the world to see this week. A mafioso-styled set-up meant to obliterate a genuine, humble leader, an ally, complete with a bad-cop hillbilly goon to rough up the mark, appeasing the Don, to cry foul when the truth was revealed. We all saw it clear as day. A shifting of alliances exposed, and the deal that never was meant for peace tossed aside, lauded as good TV for a delighted audience of one leering from his tower in the S.U., while his puppet danced awkwardly, the strings we all suspected finally exposed. The grand hall rats were waiting in the wings of course, ready to spread the toxic prepared talking points. “The nerve! The ungratefulness! Disrespectful! What was he wearing? No suit to meet with the greatest president in the history of presidents in his hallowed Oval Office! The audacity! No deal!??! No peace!” though it is becoming increasingly clear that peace was never, nor will be, part of this or any deal.
I feel the need to apologize to the world for this terrible mess even though I didn’t vote for it. I fought for the truth…and continue to fight. The truth is that truth died a long time ago. We are no longer the United States of America. We’re anything but united. Relegated to red bleeding into and obliterating blue. But over half of us are blue…we know at least that to be true. Sharpie scribbled maps…gulf of ‘merica, red, white, and blue land, gaza riviera, u.s. canal…please don’t trust us. The deals our leaders propose are laced with poison, self interest and malevolence. I stand with you…I stand with Ukraine…with Canada…with the Palestinian people of Gaza…with Mexico…with Panama …with Greenland and Denmark, and all other people’s and nations who find themselves the object of, and in the cross-hairs of our horrible leader’s lust for power, self aggrandizement, bigotry, hate, and cruelty. History repeats itself, obvious to those of us who know history. This is what ignorance breeds. This is democracy dying.
The only glimmer I can muster these dark days is this…this little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine, let it shine…
Peace, love, and glimmers to you.
~kat
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it here as a review of the previous week.
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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