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Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 ~ Day 5

Well, for today’s prompt challenge I started with this…

don’t you just hate it…

I can say without a second thought
I have never hated anything
your assumption sounds like lecturing
I thought you knew me; well I guess not

but let’s go there since it seems you forgot
it’s not in my nature to be such a thing
I can say without a second thought
I have never hated anything

I’m love, light and peace, hateful I’m not,
spare me your know-it-all blustering
I ha-, dislike it greatly, you think
I could hate, well that hurts me a lot
I can say without a second thought
I have never hated anything

…but I have to come clean…there is one pesky thing, or who rather, that irks my ire!!!


living rent-free in the gray

my insular cortex cannot insulate me
from that intrusive voice, those vile lies, you know who
before long my putamen disrupts my deep sleep
turns my prefrontal cortex gray matter to goo

to hate is not me, just don’t mention DJT
what’s a peace, freedom-loving, old hippy to do
my insular cortex cannot insulate me
from that intrusive voice, those vile lies, you know who

I have loved, loved, and loved ‘til I’m blue can’t you see
I am done playing nice, i am nobody’s fool
this regime’s got to go or democracy’s doomed
the cruel things he has done to us all makes me scream
my insular cortex cannot insulate me from that intrusive voice, those vile lies, you know who 😡


and then there’s this…I am having way too much fun with today’s challenge… does that make me a bad person? Don’t answer that! 🤪😳🤣

inedible weed

I abhor it, you know
loathe it, disdain it
find it totally disgusting
abominable, utterly repulsive
it makes me sick
ruins a perfectly good dish
makes it utterly distasteful
you know exactly that weed
I am talking about…
CILANTRO
but to say I hate it?
hate is not a strong enough
four-letter expletive
to describe something
as nauseatingly repugnant
as this so-called delicious green
that leaves a lingering foul taste behind
pass the guac, hold the…
I can’t even say it without
throwing up a little in my mouth

~kat

Na/GloWriPoMo 2026 Day 5 Prompt:  write a poem in which you talk about disliking something – particularly something utterly innocuous, like clover. Be over the top! Be a bit silly and overdramatic.


Todays poetry form: the Rondel

  • A Rondel Poem consists of 13 -14 lines in 3 stanzas
  • Rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaA-B (uppercase letters are refrains)
  • Usually 8 syllables per line

Today’s Glimmer…Realizing that even when life is coming up dandelions, it is a wonderful, very good thing. The roses will flaunt their ruddy faces soon enough.

Much love, peace, glimmers, and dandelion wishes to you!

~kat ✨✨✨🐝💚🐝✨✨✨


Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 3

Fog in the Foothills 2026 ~kat
gatekeepers of the veil

there are angels living among us
with years of education, clinical training,
decades of fixing, managing, restoring…
all tossed to the wind to attend to a soul,
to quiet the angry flesh that binds it,
gently redirecting faltering hearts
to embrace mortality with grace,
to enter the unknown known…
ER urgency, ICU diligence, code blue, crash carts,
extreme, experimental, extraordinary measures dismissed,
while convincing their charges to join them
having broken free themselves
from all that their worldly title implies, their mission now simply,
compassion, comfort, communication…
they have learned how let go control
with purposeful intention,
to escort souls in transition
some people call them nurses, but
I am convinced they are angels
it takes an angel who knows the way
to direct us safely through the darkness
to the other side toward the light

~kat

Na/GloWriPoMo 2026 Day 3 prompt: write a poem in which a profession or vocation is described differently than it typically is considered to be.


Today’s glimmer is my crow friend. He comes by sometimes just to watch. He knows I see him. I know he sees me watching him. There is something extraordinary about being acknowledged by another living soul who makes its presence known with intention. We do this, we two, my crow friend and me, together. I see you seeing me, seeing you, and I choose to pause in your presence for a few magical moments.

We don’t actually speak, but we both know. And that is enough, and everything!

Much love, peace, and glimmering presence to you. I see you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨


turkey cotillion

turkey cotillion 

wattles in full bloom
a sure sign that it’s spring
love is in the air

~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨


setting time

setting time

these lengthening days
warmed by the afternoon sun
set the sky ablaze

~kat

It’s been a while. I’ve been passing mindlessly, from one day to the next, barely breathing. Well, I exaggerate. Obviously I am breathing. But I can’t catch my breath. Everyday another terrible bit of news spews from the spineless, malevolent fools in government. Every day, choosing ways to manage rising basic living costs by deciding what we can do without. Living with some sense of comfort in these times takes great effort and diligence. I’m bone tired.

My saving grace…my glimmer…the moments I actually pause from work, is at sunset. A brief few moments of watching the sky transform before launching into my night-time chores. Honestly, it is something I need desperately.

And there is writing…my love of words. I am planning to enter another NaPoWriMo exercise in a few days. It’s been a hard winter. Time for spring in every sense!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat

✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


tell the bees

Photo Credit: YHBae on pixabay.com

tell the bees
.
I
understand now
how
important they are
not only because they are master
keepers
of all life in balance
but as sages of
great wisdom.
consider the hive…
.
a bustling community of
workers, drones, and one queen, each of whom
has a vital role to play
in the health, safety, and prosperity
of the whole
where the swarm
protects
at all cost
the matriarch, the very heart.
it’s not honey
that drives them, it is she…
.
ancient
feminine energy
hidden away
just buzzing
to be known
by humanity gone astray
honey drunk,
where drones
have taken over the hive…
they forgot, the workers are legion

~kat

The poem is a pi-sequenced offering based on three sections: 3.1415926535.8979323846. 2643383279, determining the syllable count for each line. Happy 3/14!

Wisdom from the Bees

There are three vital roles played out by very distinct players in the life of a hive. It’s not about the honey. While it is a sweet byproduct of the harmony of a healthy brood of bees, it is not the heart. 

That would be the queen. A single fertile female who holds everything together. Bee queens live 2-3 years laying up to 3000 eggs a day. She is literally the mother of all bees, the quintessential life giver of the colony as well as the anchor that keeps the hive humming. 

The queen is sustained by worker bees (also female). These busy bees tend the hive, clean and feed the queen royal jelly, a special food reserved only for queens, and provide for her every need so that she can spend her short productive reign reproducing. Worker bees are born from the fertilized eggs of the queen. Given the fertile reproductive qualities of a heathy queen, workers are legion. Throughout their relatively short lifespan (in the summer two to six weeks, and in winter, up to 20 weeks because they don’t venture out of the hive during colder months) worker bees do it all! After 21 days, honey bee larvae emerge fully grown and the work begins with cleaning the cells (days 1-3), feeding the worker and drone larvae (days 3-7), and attending exclusively to the queen (days 7-11). Around days 13 – 18 the workers use wax from four glands in their abdomen’s to build and restore the cells of the hive. On days 18 – 21 when their stinger has matured, they move on to guard duty protecting the hive, and finally, in the last sweet stage of life these busy workers emerge from the hive to scout and forage for water, pollen, and nectar. A foraging bee will make 9-10 hour-long trips to and from the hive in a single day. There are other tasks which worker bees do such as maintaining the temperature of the hive and mortuary duty (removing dead and non viable eggs from the hive). I’m figuring out where the term “busy as a bee” comes from. 

Which brings us to the drones. These guys (the male component in the life of bee colonies) are born from the unfertilized eggs of the queen. She basically creates these fellows for herself, as they have one vital role to play. They do not have stingers (an important fact to ponder), they do not feed themselves (worker bees provide them royal jelly for a few days, then a steady diet of honey), they do not scout or forage or protect the hive (remember…no stingers). When a queen emerges from her nest, she takes a maiden flight solely for the purpose of mating with several drones. This act will fertilize all the eggs she will ever lay in her lifetime, so once the deed is done, each drone dies.

I could go on and on…there are so many details i could share regarding the masterpiece that is a bee colony. And there are a few analogies as well that I could indulge, but I won’t. I’ll let you fill in the rest of the story. Suffice to say, is it any wonder that compassion, kindness, peace, community, conservation, nurturing, the arts and wisdom are making a bold resurgence in these times we find ourselves living through? And what can we learn from the bees? I’ll just leave all of this here for you to ponder. 🤔😉 😊

Much love, peace, compassion, and honeybee wisdom glimmers to you. 

~kat

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