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NaGloPoWriMo 15 April 2025 – glimmer day 104

the wild

they know where I live
the turkeys, the bluejays, the crows,
oh, they know where I live
the squirrels and the deer…they know
they come for a few sprinkles of seed
and feed my melancholy soul

~kat

I wish I had a photo to show you. We had to go out for a few hours today. When we returned a 1/2 dozen Jennie’s were wandering around the yard. As we pulled up to the house we noticed one standing at the gate entrance to the back yard and our main entrance. It was if she had been waiting for us to return home. 

The wild animals who live in the woods near my property know me. They know my schedule. They watch me from the shadowy brambles and from behind the trees. When I moved here from the city several years ago, people asked me I I would be scared to live out, in the middle of nowhere. But I. Can say without a doubt there is nowhere like this oasis in the middle of the chaos. And there is nowhere I’d rather be but nowhere…here were I have rediscovered my roots and my kinfolk on the edge of civilization. 

much love, peace and glimmers to you. 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


NaGloPoWriMo 15 April 2025 Prompt: And now for your prompt! While Brother J.C.’s warm-up and Kenyon’s poem might seem very different at first, they’re both informed by repetition, simple language, and they express enthusiasm. They have a sermon/prayer-like quality, and then end with a bang. Your challenge is to write a six-line poem that has these same qualities.


glimmer day 103 ~ NaGloPoWriMo 14 April 2025

the asphalt jungle

green light,
yellow light,
red light, stop
stop, it’s a red light! stop!!
I see you laughing
phone pressed
against your ear
PAY ATTENTION PERSON!!!

the pedestrian light is
ticking like a time bomb
24, 23, 22, 21…click, click, click
a young woman in flip flops
scuffles to the other side
flap, flap, flap, flap

the car next to me is rapping
base tones, vibrating
so loudly my ears,
my whole body feels the beat
there’s a siren in the distance
where is it coming from?

I’m late…why do I come this way?
It always makes me late

oh gawd, there’s a bee
inside the car
open the window quick
go on bee see yourself out
bzzzzzz, bzzzz, thwap, thwap,
bzzzzzzzzZzzzzZzzz
where’s the newpaper
don’t make me use it
snap, snap… come on bee
fly free

what now? who’s laying into
their car horn. BeeeeEEEEpppp!
ok, got it…green light…you can
stop revving your engine
yeah yeah…I’m going

I hate commuting… two hours
a day lost, never to be
recovered

~kat

I had to dig deep for today’s prompt. I’ve been working remotely for 4 years now, so I was writing from memory. I will never go back into an office to work all day in a cubicle. I am much more productive at home. Speaking of productive, today’s glimmer-bearer is a squirrel.

This little guy was on the top of his world, with a ready supply of seeds and nuts nearby. He seemed quite pleased with himself. Not even me with my camera seemed to phase him. It was the start of another day…a very good day, in fact! And a squirrel who came by to remind me to stay the course. And to take time to savor every little victory. Good advice. Thank you my little friend. And well done!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat


NaGloPoWriMo 14 April 2025 Prompt: So today, try writing a poem that describes a place, particularly in terms of the animals, plants or other natural phenomena there. Sink into the sound of your location, and use a conversational tone. Incorporate slant rhymes (near or off-rhymes, like “angle” and “flamenco”) into your poem. And for an extra challenge – don’t reference birds or birdsong!


NaGloPoWriMo 13 April 2025 ~ glimmer day 102

not normal 

they were out and about today, doing normal
the people, everywhere I looked, as if nothing
was unusual, as if no crisis was near,
disturbing, while everything spirals to nothing
stock markets crash, tariff wars rage, laws are ignored
the people are blissful, impending doom ignored

experts on the news are reeling, losing their minds
students of history sound the alarm…”not a drill”
they warn, “we’ve seen this before, it doesn’t end well!”
the plunder, the gaslighting, “drill baby drill”
masked vigilantes enacting their agenda
we the people, lost in the chaos, forgotten
it’s not normal how normal things seem, we’ve forgotten

the principles our ancestors fought to preserve
liberty, freedom, justice, just to name a few
opportunities afforded to everyone
the pursuit of happiness for all, not the few
as history’s rewritten and lies replace truth
will future generations ever know the truth

~kat

A wee bit late…moments past midnight. I had almost given up. The task seemed too great, after an exhausting working long weekend. As I settled in to rest, finally, the muse tapped me on the shoulder.  “We are writing tonight…” And here we are. Another poem in the books.

Glimmers…we had a few. A whirlwind visit from my three youngest grandchildren aged 8, 6, and 3…(ages added to validate the whirlwind comment 😉). All my grand children and great grandchildren are glimmers. They are my hope. I’m so sorry we’ve made such a mess of things for them.

Back to glimmers…focus kat…being wrapped in the hugs of tiny humans is definitely a glimmer that will hold me for days. And dandelions. There are dandelions too!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


NaGloPoWriMo 13 April 2025 prompt for the day (optional, as always). Donald Justice’s poem, “There is a gold light in certain old paintings,” plays with both art and music, and uses an interesting and (as far as I know) self-invented form. His six-line stanzas use lines of twelve syllables, and while they don’t use rhyme, they repeat end words. Specifically, the second and fourth line of each stanza repeat an end-word or syllable; he fifth and sixth lines also repeat their end-word or syllable. Today, we challenge you to write a poem that uses Justice’s invented form.


glimmer day 101 ~ NaGloPoWriMo 12 April  2025

…and they lived happily ever after

the shoe fit
it was a whirlwind engagement
the wedding of the century
(we’re talking partridges in pear trees and lords a leaping here)
and the honeymoon…well
poor Cindy…
didn’t take long
for her to discover
her prince
had a nasty foot fetish
happily ever after?
like the American dream
may she rest in pieces
✨✨✨✨
where am I? who am I? what…?
wouldn’t you like to know
follow the yellow brick road they said
when the stocks go low
it’s time to buy
It’s exactly as we planned
I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore
✨✨✨✨
Mary’s little lamb
was fleeced by old McDonald
while Humpty Dumpty took a fall
from the tallest wall in the history of walls
bye bye miss America
France wants their statue back
it’s raining helicopters and jets
can my cat give me the bird flu
we’ll see what happens
in two weeks
that’s the $64,000 question
we already know the answer
history on repeat…no royalties

~kat

~ NaGloPoWriMo 12 April  2025 Prompt: Try writing a poem that makes reference to one or more myths, legends, or other well-known stories, that features wordplay (including rhyme), mixes formal and informal language, and contains multiple sections that play with a theme. Try also to incorporate at least one abstract concept – for example, desire or sorrow or pride or whimsy.


NaGloPoWriMo 7 April 2025 ~ glimmer day 96

I could never be a statue

I’m far too transparent, an open book,
having perfected the subtle art
of giving shade, the smirk and the eye roll
I don’t need pennies for my thoughts…
to begin with, my thoughts are worth
much more than pennies, but
you will know what I’m thinking
without me having to say a word
I could never be a statue

I’ve known a statue or two
that have made quite a statement
but statue-speak is set in stone
it’s rather boring, no matter how
earth shattering, except for
that first impression of course
that’s basically all you get
I’m telling you, I could never be a statue
I have a voice; I refuse to be silenced

there are things more important than
artistic perfection and cold features
chiseled from stone or cast in copper
things like kindness, compassion,
intelligence, empathy, a conscience
and love…there is that too
I could never be a statue…
I will never agree to be
seen and not heard

~kat

NaGloPoWriMo 7 April 2025 Prompt: Today, we challenge you to write a similar kind of self-portrait poem, in which you explain why you are not a particular piece of art (a symphony, a figurine, a ballet, a sonnet), use at least one outlandish comparison, and a strange (and maybe not actually real) fact.


And here’s your glimmer: the bunnies are back! And the hummingbird is hanging out!

Much love, peace and glimmers to you!

~kat