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my religion (daily prompt)

Do you practice religion?

A religion is a structured system of beliefs, values, and practices concerning humanity's relationship to the spiritual, the supernatural, or a higher power. It typically provides a moral framework for living and answers questions about the purpose of life. ~AI

my religion

oh, to become one
with every subtle breeze
to gracefully sway
in step with bending trees
a cerulean
flickering canopy
shimmering, sun-kissed,
as an earthy sweetness
wafts from dewy peat

while some may believe
that faith is best practiced
behind rigid walls,
light filtered through stained glass
I beg to differ
for the north wind whispers
truth straight to my heart
and the warm, trembling loam
calls my wandering soul home

~kat

I have been on vacation, which means working morning to night doing some much needed late spring cleaning! Inside…outside…in between…everything is spiffy clean! 😅

I have been writing bits and pieces…and perhaps I shall finish a few of those un-uttered thoughts. But for now this question grabbed my attention yesterday and kept gnawing at me to finish it. So I paused my latest (and I admit, least favorite) task, folding laundry, to pour this piece out of my head and satisfy the muse for now.

Of course there have been glimmers this week…here are a few (a glimmer dump! 😊)

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat



Prompted

What is the legacy you want to leave behind?

a dusting

one day
when i’m dust, may
they say

of me
she was a kind
one, she
…”

kindness
leaves hearts touched by
sweetness


~kat

Another Musette…they are harder to write than they may look! Consists of 3 stanzas/3 lines each/ syllable count each line: 2-4-2/rhyme scheme: aba cdc efe/title reflects the poems content.

Sometimes glimmers take me by surprise. For instance the golden patch of dead pine needles on an Eastern Red Cedar sapling. It caught my eye as I walked by. A simple reminder of death in the midst of spring’s greening splendor all around. How fragile and brief life is. How resilient that sapling is as it pushes green shoots toward the sky. How grateful I am to be here, to witness beautiful life (and death) all around me. I have witnessed nearly 70 Springs and counting. Life is a glimmering blink, isn’t it?

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨🌾🌿💚🌿🌾✨✨✨


Na|GloPoWriMo Day 29

cut flowers

occasionally I give in
and ignore my aversion to
colorful bouquets of cut
flowers from the grocery
store, even though I know
that they will die an ugly
death on my dining room
table…in fact, I know they
are already dead, having been
plucked in their prime, mid-bloom
to entertain and inspire people
like me who don’t have time
enough to frolic in fragrant
wildflower fields, to lie down
in tall grass imagining the
clouds overhead to be great
whales, angel wings, bears, or
back-lit portals to the unknown,
or heaven, who knows? before
disappearing into mist and blue.

I trim the dry stem edges and
arrange each flower in a vase
filled with warm water and life
support crystals, admiring
my creation, how lifelike
they appear while deceiving
myself into believing that
they’re not already gone,
reminding me as they fall limp,
petals dropping silently on
the table, the water in the
vase turning sour, that it was
the illusion of life I had
hoped to capture…the truth is
just a rude reminder I will
die one day like those doomed
dead flowers…it’s been a long
time, I muse to myself, since
I frolicked amidst wildflowers
on a sunny afternoon…too long…
sometimes it feels like that
girl is already gone too

I hope it is not an ugly
death when it happens,
I could just silently fade away
but not before I plant my
feet at least once more
in cool soil in the middle
of a field of tall grass and
wildflowers, while shapeshifting
clouds float by overhead…”don’t
mind me”, I’ll tell passersby,
I’m just silly old woman
who buys cut flowers from
the grocery store for
the girl who loved them

~kat

Na|GloPoWriMo 2026~Day 29 Prompt: In your poem today, similarly compare your everyday present life with your past self, using specific details to conjure aspects of your past and present in the reader’s mind.


It’s been raining for two days. I am awash in vibrant deep green and slate gray skies…glimmers are even more needed now to fend off my tendency for SAD. Not even a sunset to bright my spirits this evening… 😢 I was beginning to think I might need to hunt through old photographs to find a glimmer…and then I saw a tiny dark shadow flutter outside my window. There on the new feeder I had purchased this year with a clear acrylic umbrella was a young hummingbird facing away from the sugar wells, taking in the rain, safe and under cover! It made me so happy! Proving to me once again that I don’t need to find glimmers…I just need to notice them. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat


Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 25

retirement lost

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!!!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! ~kat

✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 18

the dark side

the entrails clustered on the lawn
told a terrible tale, glossy gray,
freshly gouged, some unsuspecting
hare no doubt, perhaps a squirrel,
had met its end, its body and its
sinewed flesh swiftly whisked away

the birds that morn were hush and hid
far from the gruesome scene, no happy
chirps, no fluttering, the silence,
it was deafening, memories of a
victim’s final, terror-stricken
screams, left fading in the wind

feeders filled with tasty millet,
thistle, sunflower seeds were left
swaying in the breeze, the winter hawk
returned once more to snatch the sun
baked guts, as if nothing horrid
happened, slowly life resumed its hum

nature hides an underside, a dark
reality, a cruel truth…survival
to the fittest, or the fortunate, live
long enough to procreate, purpose
fulfilled, with nothing more to prove
the cycle of life is ever on the move

the food chain churns, the world
turns, we all succumb one day,
a wise bird heeds the signs and
sounds, a screeching hawk who
blocks the sun, and knows it’s time
to hide away, to see another day

~kat

Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 18 Prompt: Today, we don’t challenge you to write all of a long, dramatic, narrative poem, but we invite you to try your hand at writing a poem that could be a section or piece of one. Include rhyme, include unlikely and dramatic scenes (maybe a poem about a bank robbery! Or an avalanche! Or Roman gladiators! Or an enormous ball held by mermaids, where there is an undercurrent (hee) of palace intrigue!) Basically, a poem with the plot of an opera (evil twins! Egyptian tombs! Star-crossed lovers! Tigers for no apparent reason!)

I chose to write today about the reality of nature. Having a front row seat these past few years has given me a deeper understanding of the magnificent, beautiful, and yes, fierceness of nature. This actually happened. I have learned I needn’t intervene or assist. Nature takes care of its own here in the woods. In town if i encountered something dead in my yard, or along the road, I wouldn’t hesitate to dispose of it if I could. But I am learning how efficient nature is. The cycle of life takes care of all manner of things…no cleanup on aisle three needed. There are magnificent creatures born for just such tasks. Even the trees when they fall become home to all forms of life before returning to the earth.

My glimmer today might be an unusual one, but it is the very hawk, the “villain” of the tale above, who is actually no villain at all. It is just a cog in the ever turning wheel that is the cycle of life. This particular hawk, a regular on our little acre here is magnificent! I hope you agree!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat✨✨✨💚✨✨✨