Kindness Is Not Defeat. Never Escalate… Smile Softheartedly
~kat
My simple acrostic poem in answer to today’s daily WP prompt…my answer…kindness. I am dipping my toe back into the inkwell. I know it’s been a while. Suffice to say that planning and pulling off a surprise milestone party that you needed to know about because your lovely partner who planned the whole thing is wheelchair bound and generally unable to pull the final prep off without assistance, is exhausting! I said it a decade or so ago…getting old is not for sissies! I had NO clue back then…add to that the added stress of keeping the ruse and acting surprised…and the biggest part…the reality…the gravity of realizing that people my age are dropping like flies and the fact that I’m still here must mean something. Well I’ve spent long enough staring at my naval and I plan to get back on the saddle…though it takes a few tries and a stepladder these days. The muse has graciously let me recharge, and soak in every glimmer and wonder. I’ve saved them to share with you all. I do hope you’re doing well. It’s hard not to freak out at the state of the world ala a rapidly imploding trump. But there is encouragement to be found as the sleepy lemmings begin waking up from their stupor.
Be kind to yourself and to others my friends, and most importantly look for the daily glimmers to sustain you!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. Here’s mine for today. I have started noticing sunrises these days…new beginnings seems to be the theme. 🥰
~kat
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Early morning sun……bursting through the trees…You never know what you’ll find if you look a wee bit deeper! 😉
refugees . blue eyes and blond hair, traits inherited from my ancestors, foreign refugees, who dared to hope in Liberty’s promise of freedom, compassion, opportunity… . from across the ocean they came with dreams for a future, a fresh start they put down roots and worked hard, found a home here, raised a family not unlike today’s sojourners seeking refuge from oppression only to find the Lady immured
~kat
I have decided to stop counting the days. It took me days, the entire week actually, to scratch this bloody commentary of a pi-sequence poem (3.1415926535 8979323846 for the syllable count each line)
It’s exhausting here in the trenches watching everything implode. My heart breaks daily for the victims of cruelty and hate.
I manage to get up everyday, tend to my animal friends, and work, but the darkness only seems to get darker. It’s hard to ignore. Hard to feel anything but guilt that the scourge hasn’t reached my door yet. Most of all I am horrified by the way we are treating each other…especially children. Those who claim to support life, clearly don’t. Their concern ends at birth.
I wrote another poem… an acrostic…
I heard a rumor…
It’s about time… Most reasonable, relatively sane people would agree Presidential immunity is over Elections are not for the overtaking And democracy is not for sale Congress is finally waking up, ready to Hold this corrupt dictator wannabe accountable
Tell DJT and his sycophants it’s over Restore decency and justice for all Undo every vile executive order that Made him and his ilk richer…declare Power to the people where it belongs
~kat
I do hope the rumors are true and congress follows through.
As for glimmers. Just because I am not counting days does not mean I’m not paying attention and looking for glimmers! If I can hold onto a glimmer of hope, show compassion and kindness, even if it feels inadequate to counter the relentless onslaught of terrible…I have to trust that it is enough. Especially if I’m not the only one glimmering.
So yes, I also have a few glimmers to share. They are both tiny. Sometimes tiny is best because it forces you to notice…to lean in,
We have babies of various forms,,,
Snail Babies…Their parents have passed on, but not before depositing these clustery clutches of eggs…their legacy lives on.African Violet Blooming BabiesFirst blooms post-transplant. A message perhaps?Bloom where you are planted. Whatever that means for you, it is more than enough. If we each do our thing…together we are legion!
Shooting Stars… Each Radiant stream Ebbs Disintegrating Into stardust, beautiful in death Passing Into oblivion Temporarily Dazzling Yielding
~kat
You need to be in the right place at the precise right time to catch a glimpse of the final moments of distant ancient stars. Seeing a shooting star is serendipitous…my favorite word in response to this WordPress prompt. I love the sound of the word almost as much as I love its meaning.
Serendipity is the phenomenon of making fortunate and unexpected discoveries by chance, rather than by planning or searching for them.It’s the experience of finding something pleasant or valuable when you weren’t even looking for it, like a happy accident or a lucky coincidence. (AI definition)
Much love, peace, and serendipitous glimmers to you…
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Here are a few of those serendipitous moments from today…
Not to brag Or anything… Really, it’s true Most days i am Absolutely, unquestionably Lucid as a dryer setting Crazy isn’t it? You’d never know
If I didn’t tell you! Sometimes I surprise myself
Obviously, it’s clear as swamp water Vanilla is my favorite flavor Everything I do is Rather boring, common even Reality is my kick And if you don’t believe me Take a look around and you’ll see Everybody else is looney tunes insane Daffy as the day the don dubbed them magats
~kat
Every now and again I like to have a little fun. It breaks the tension of unending annihilation, lawlessness, and destruction. Even a bleeding heart like me can only take so much before losing it…we’re talking hysterical unwarranted laughter over nothing, until my sides hurt and there are tears running down my thighs. IYKYK… it sucks getting old.
Anyhoo, even on my craziest, unhinged days, they got me beat. You can’t make up some of the ludicrous things they think, and actually believe. I suppose I should be thanking the walking dead to reality folks. They make me look positively sane, even on my most insane moments. It’s all relative…in 50 shades of cray…cray.
This morning I was greeted by several deer folk. They’re my glimmers for today. They watch me and appear to wonder just who or what I am…what they don’t know is I am wondering the same thing!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.
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And then there was this…the view from my pocket as my camera kept snapping once deposited there. It’s finally the proof I need…I have stardust in my pockets! Weird…right?!It’s either dust in my pocket or the mother ship coming to take me home!!! more glimmers either way!
thoughts on the most horrible, awful, terrifyingly sad day of a crumbling nation
silence is best when there are no words when nothing one says will change what is done when voices of reason now quelled; go unheard silence is best when there are no words when lies beget lies; when truth feels absurd compassionate acts touch hard hearts one by one silence is best when there are no words when nothing one says will change what is done
~kat a triolet poem is an 8 line poem that follows the following rhyme and repeated line sequence:
A (first line) B (second line) a (rhymes with first line) A (repeat first line) a (rhymes with first line) b (rhymes with second line) A (repeat first line) B (repeat second line)
another irrelevant holiday
If our forefathers saw us now, this Nation they held dear Do you think that they’d be Proud of what we have become? Every word that they declared Now silenced with a sneer Delivering hate for all to see Enriching greed with none to spare Now the people live in fear Can democracy be restored? Each of us is called to stand, to show the world we care
Don’t expect a celebration on this day from me As the powerful destroy what’s right and good for us, our progeny You know it’s true this faux Independence Day
~kat An Acrostic Poem is a poem where the first letter of each line spells out a word, name, or phrase, often related to the poem's subject
Another twofer. With, of course some glimmers to soften the blow of the last few days. We are halfway through a year of glimmers. Obviously I have shared some repeat glimmerers. You probably know I have some favorites.
Some favorite Glimmers from the archive:
I’m sorry…I just didn’t have it in me to write what I was feeling yesterday. I needed to sleep on it. I needed to see another beautiful sunrise to assure me that life can only be lived in moments now as many of us wait for that oppressive, heavy left shoe to drop. For some of us it will come sooner than others. But none of us are immune from the hate and cruelty of the current government. I woke this morning to light! Just the glimmer I needed to get me out of bed, when in truth I’d be just as happy to stay here for the weekend, pull the covers over my head and hide…but that’s not healthy…I know. Thank you Sun for being the constant I so need in my life right now.
And thank you Nature for holding me close under a lush canopy of green. Thank you cool morning breeze that is fragrantly sweet from newly cut grass, thank you wild creatures…the deer, the squirrels, the turkeys, the songbirds, the crows, and thank you my domestic critters, Gabby, Matilda, Frankie, Schrödinger, Mr Bean and the fishes, for loving me unconditionally and for giving me a reason to get up each day. Thank you as well to you dear readers, for stopping by and letting me know you see me. And to my family and friends, for choosing to share this life with me.
I have so much to be grateful for..so many reasons to light a fire in me to continue this little act of rebellion here. I will not be silenced. I will write from my heart what is true…and I will always, always, always choose love, and kindness.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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