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?
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. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
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!!!
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!
there are seasons of letting go friends and lovers will fade away we grow, and shed our childish ways let go our children when they’re grown
over the years I’ve learned, trees know when autumn comes you’ll be okay friends and lovers will fade away there are seasons of letting go
every heartache helps us grow opens our hearts to each new day leaves floating on a breeze display how to prepare for spring…trees know there are seasons of letting go
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 16 Prompt: Today, try writing a poem in which you describe something that cannot speak, and what it has taught or told you.
Today’s glimmer…a few succulents to restore empty flower pots to verdant glory. I thought these were unique when I happened upon them at the greenhouse center. When I looked them up and discovered their names they became even more delightful to me! Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
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