warming
late afternoon sun
hints of spring coming soon
winter’s cloak melting
~kat
Celebrating a second glimmer today. Isn’t it beautiful! The sound of snow melting in harmony with the breeze; an occasional solo by a passing crow. I needed to see…I needed to feel the sun today. Mother Nature never fails.
Much love, peace, hope, kindness, and glimmers to you!
~kat
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lost in bread dough and glimmers
I catch myself feeling content, happy even,
enjoying life, sunshine on my face,
breathing sweet fresh air, and birdsong
how can a five-year-old boy be
a criminal…the worst of the worst?
sometimes I lose myself in bread dough,
kneading, shaping it into a perfect round mound,
the sweet smell of warm yeast wafting
they were just trying to help,
domestic terrorists are not helpers
how fortunate I am to do work I love,
organizing, scheduling, creating, planning travel for others…
what I wouldn’t give to travel…far from here
they disappear them one by one,
nameless bodies, to fill their quota
I catch myself desperate to find glimmers
bright spot in the everyday, clinging to them
as if they are a lifeline…they are a lifeline
have you noticed the world is on fire,
there is smoke burning our eyes and lungs…
I vacillate between light and dark,
joy and immense sorrow, hope and despair, compassion and anger…
anger mostly, and survivors guilt because
the monsters haven’t knocked on my door…yet
I bought a whistle on a lanyard the other day,
my camera phone is charged and ready
for glimmers…for monsters, for recording
the history that they are trying to erase
there is no making sense of the lies but
there is truth we all see with our own eyes
~kat
Some glimmers…✨💚✨
last winter moon
just past full
dawn’s winter snow moon
on to spring
~kat
much love, peace, kindness, and glimmers to you!
I know I’ve been away for a few days. I needed to take a break. My heart in broken for our nation. And I wonder, how can anyone still support the horrible leaders of this country. What scares me most is that people still do…
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drowning in gaslight
I cannot look away, my senses assaulted
by murders captured on cell phones
blasted as evidence to the world,
targeted death by hate and retribution,
forced to witness souls released
from battered, tear-gassed bodies…
“don’t believe your eyes”, they say,
“we’re here to save you from terrorists”
from babies and five-year olds
in blue bunny-ear hats
and Spider-Man backpacks
harboring fathers legally here,
granted asylum, baby boys used as bait,
for abduction to oblivion
in case you didn’t know, they now say
terrorists are poets, gentle mothers,
beloved partners, kind souls who sparkle…
terrorists are helpers, icu nurses serving
veterans, who exercise rights once
considered established by our forefathers
whose last act on earth was kindness
helping a woman, pushed down and tear-gassed
then ripped from aiding her, and shot dead
I do not feel safer
with these so-called terrorists eliminated, nor from the disappearing of
children, of innocent neighbors
singled out because of who someone
perceives them to be…
no one is safe
when evil rewrites and repeats history
we are drowning in gaslight, teargas
and blood…and we must not look away
let us call out the true terrorists by name
reclaiming the inheritance of the meek
in kindness, compassion, love, and truth
please stay safe my friends…believe your eyes
~kat
Much love, peace, and glimmering moments to you ~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
…and a little poem too
plot twist
change changes
direction…dreams fade
don’t look back
~kat
like mercury colliding... 