seeing red . blue red-infused sky dawns in the aftermath of relentless news of hateful acts empty thoughts and prayers rise like ash with barely a spark to keep from turning the sky gray
~kat
Sorry to have missed posting a glimmer yesterday. I hope you were able to find a few of your own. The incessant news from over the weekend… murders, school shootings, anti-Semitic terror attacks and mass murder across the globe, and our leader in this country showing what a vile monster he is in the aftermath set me back a bit. I had no words.
I woke this morning to a beautiful sunrise, barely making it outside in time to capture it before the sky faded to gray. That’s kind of how today’s poem emerged.
The thing is, I did manage to take a photo. It showed me that there are glimmers to be found even in the darkest times. It feels odd to celebrate them, to celebrate anything, but celebrate we must. We can’t let evil and fear shut us down. Enter glimmers, brief though they may be, to remind us.
It’s been more than a minute since I crafted a ReVerse Poem…this one spans several weeks. But…I’m glad I waited. I love this look back, line by line capturing daily snapshots of what I was thinking at the time.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. First, the ReVerse Poem…then a a glimpse into the magnificent glimmers that have sustained me!
~kat
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A ReVerse Poem ~ Sunday, 14 December 2025
a snapshot in time
let me be a safe place for you but for a golden moment muted in cool gray a snapshot in time
i felt her presence pressing my soul breaking through the veil if I were to change she moves me unseen crystalline ice shards tap my bare skin barely capturing her magnificence, a faded photograph to anyone who sees, it’s clear, frost and lace sheltering in grace snow falls soft they don’t know they’re wild
we should not whisper oh so many times darkness fades away as promised, sure as dusk
~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 past several weeks.
What is something others do that sparks your admiration?
Truth Personified at Dawn ~ kat 2025
truth tellers
when telling the truth is revolutionary we should not whisper
~kat
It goes without saying…or maybe I need to say it out loud…truth is real, attainable, knowable, undeniable, verifiable by actual facts. Naysayers who say otherwise are lying. Which brings me to another, dare I say, truth, that should be obvious…but bears reminding…lies are not real.
Okay then…much love, peace, and glimmers to you…today’s sunrise was a true thing of beauty.
I see animals wander by everyday they don’t know they’re wild
but I am certain that they must find humans strange and most dangerous
who can really say what is wild and what is not when men kill for sport
~kat
A trio of haiku in response to the WordPress daily prompt question. I heard a report today detailing the torture happening in my country to people who have been disappeared for being assumed to be illegal. There’s a morbid irony to what is happening. Our immature, unqualified leaders are quick to defend their abhorrent actions as justified. Their cruelty is warranted “To protect the people of our nation”, so they say. How easy it is for cowards and frauds to blow unarmed boats to smithereens leaving no witnesses, and worst of all, providing no record of the crimes that allegedly doomed the victims. How easy it is to deny heath care to millions and health services to women, leaving them to die from pregnancy complications. To separate children from parents whose only crime was believing that our country might provide a better life for them if they could just get here. How easy it is for our so-called leaders to plan lavish ballrooms and hold massive banquets flaunting their gluttony while slashing food aid to the poor.
When I considered today’s prompt question I thought about the animals that live just outside my door here at the wood’s edge. Songbirds, squirrels, raccoons, turtles, snakes, deer, owls, hawks, crows, ravens, opossums, turkeys, coyotes, black bear…on any given day it is not unusual to see several of these “wild” animals. I don’t consider them wild. They are living their best lives, doing what they do, living in harmony with the natural ecosystem, contributing to its continuity.
The wild beings that I most fear are the maga maniacs who live down the road, and who would like to see me banished from their world for being different or other. Or the ice agents lurking in the shadows scoping out their next victims. Do I see wild animals? Every time I venture away from home.
We could learn from the natural world how to coexist with each other. Hatred and cruelty is a choice just as kindness and compassion is.
much love, peace, and glimmers to you. Stay safe my friends.
~kat
I can’t possibly leave you without a glimmer…there were a few. But this is one of my favorites. I didn’t happen to get a photo today, but I was looking back through my photos and remembered capturing this sweet baby. She visits me every day.
News has been more ridiculous than usual as we watch the physical and cognitive decline of our self-proclaimed great leader. I have stopped saying it can’t get any worse, because, well, you know. But today’s (or I should say yesterday’s glimmer? (I did write most of this poem yesterday…we were just away wearing ugly sweaters and doing holiday schmoozing)…as I was saying…today’s glimmer is that maga folk are starting to wake up! I won’t gloat…or even say, “told you so” but I will write about it, because that’s what I do. 😊 who says the fall of democracy can’t be fun…well not fun exactly…but I do like a bit of sarcasm every now and then!
Much love, peace, and WOKE glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
sycophant’s bawl
he’s been quite naked now for years it’s true, the emperor’s insane his court of dunces hail his name with flattery most insincere
to anyone who sees, it’s clear, the ugly truth, they have no shame he’s been quite naked now for years it’s true, the emperor’s insane
they sold their souls to profiteer for promises of power, fame but now they know who bears the blame oh they were duped, fed lies and fear he’s been quite naked now for years
~kat
btw…this poetry form is called the Rondel.
A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.
Schrödinger has the best seat in the house! Yes…Schrödinger exists, and is alive and well. 🥰
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