grace in the storm’s eye
I am easily swayed
by every wind
but there are moments
when the world
stops me from spinning
takes my breath away
and helps me to breathe
~kat
One more glimmer today. This was the first photo I took this morning. The view that drew me out of melancholy and inspired me to press on.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.
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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.
day’s fading
.
but
the final word
falls
to the setting sun
with a reminder assuring us
that dawn
is promised, sure as dusk
time now to settle in
to dream dreams
to rest my spent soul
~kat
More glimmers of light to keep me through the night. light is not always bright and blinding. Sometimes it is muted, in varying shades. Sometimes it sparkles. Sometimes it is a flickering glint. But always it draws us to its warmth.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of light to you.
~kat
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blue ridge blush
.
dawn
in the foothills
glows
mountain peaks a-blush
in shades of pale vermillion
I’ve passed
these distant pinnacles
oh so many times
but hardly
noticed them ‘til now
~kat
much love, peace, and glimmers to you
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What is something others do that sparks your admiration?
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.
~kat
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