ode to freedom to symbols of goodness how special you were then smooth operators in suits took power from the people… it was great for a while
~kat
Tried a new Magnetic Poetry Kit…the Mustache. It’s pretty much a collection of the words you might expect to find in a mustache category. Our country reeks of excessive, aggressive testosterone these days. No offense at all intended toward the gentlemanly men in the world. But hardness and meanness, bullish behavior is celebrated these days. How sad it makes me feel to have to witness this in my lifetime. And how I mourn for my children’s children who are inheriting this disaster.
After work today I walked outside to get some fresh air and soak in the last rays of sunlight. To the west the sun burned bright and golden just above the horizon. To the east storm clouds hung over the budding trees along my driveway. Random raindrops dotted the ground and the wind whistled through the treetops. I needed that glimmer. My day was long and challenging and what little news I caught was not good. But how grateful I am to have lived another day, and to be blessed with such a beautiful sight at day’s end. Grab your glimmers wherever, whenever you can. It is like manna from heaven!
death moans lazily from the edge, as shadows grow long…another day fading to black while we sleep, dreaming, under a moonlit sky
~kat
It occurs to me that i practice every night for my final journey from this life. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep trusting in the dawn. But I am not promised the dawn. All the more reason to rejoice when it comes and I am given another day to live. Tonight’s sunset was a brilliant display of golden and red hues bouncing off wisps of clouds. If it were to be my last, if dawn never comes, I am grateful that I stopped a moment to breathe, to take it all in. Should dawn greet me tomorrow, I shall rise knowing that a new day is a gift. A reminder to myself to live it fully.
Peace, Love, and Glimmers to You! (If you’re reading this, I am so grateful that you are here and we can share this moment together!)
the song of spring murmurs softly deep beneath the earth where roots and seeds rest blanketed under winter’s beautiful frosting
~kat
As we brace for another of winter’s last tantrums…his days are numbered and he knows it…I imagine the magnificent miracle of life rumbling just beneath my feet. Winter lasts for a season. spring is coming.
Peace, Love, and Frosted Glimmers to you! Spring will be here soon!
1- born of magic the breath of angels, from stardust and poetry to secret longing the heart of a child
2- people know no more than they’re ready to believe they’re special that way
3- she had attitude an impressive confidence in her own coolness
and that’s a wrap ~kat
A trio of Magnetic Poetry poems. Night two of camping inside under layers of clothing and blankets. Tomorrow, they say, we can expect to regain the light.
Peace, Love, and Warm Glimmers to you! Stay safe and warm my friends.
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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