fresh from disaster recovery underway voices pierce the wind the air feels strange, heavy death stopped by to fetch a soul
dining at dusk
fat-bellied does flock grazing, with yearlings in tow spring fawns on the way
~kat
Two poems today. It was a strange evening after i signed off from work. My dog Gabby naps next to me most of the day, but the sound of my laptop shutting can rouse her from the deepest sleep. She knows it’s time for a walk around the property. I feed the crows. A few peanuts, toss a bucket full of feed corn to the deer and turkeys, and then tend the various feeders. Tonight was not routine. There were emergency vehicles on the road not far from my driveway. We live on a curve in the road. Someone likely took the curve woo quickly and rolled their car in a nearby pasture. There was an ambulance but no urgency. It is very likely that the passenger(s) did not survive. When death comes near, the air changes; at least for me it does. Such a sad end to the day.
And then came the birds and the deer to partake of the snacks I had left for them. The deer seemed particularly joyful. Running around, the young ones playing with each other. The doe are growing fat around the middle. Fawn season is a month or less away. I watched them for several minutes and picture them here. Seeing them was just what I needed…a reminder that life goes on, even in the aftermath of death. A glimmer…🥰
It’s not everyday that the extremes of life and death hover so closely. But it helped me to realize how important it is to find balance between the extremes. Let’s meet in the middle, shall we?!
“In a spiritual context, a chrysalis symbolizes a period of transformation, spiritual growth, and rebirth.”
The photos above are the before (left), after (right) and a combination of both (middle).
chrysalis
‘twas just yesterday the trees stood bare on the hills buds burst overnight and new life emerged, greening sweet scent of flowers wafting
cool breezes moan soft tossing fresh leaves as trees sway on the cusp of dusk
~kat
Today is the first day of May. Beltane Blessings to those who celebrate! Also this week I witnessed the annual transformation of the trees from bare limbs to tender green. It’s miraculous actually. Just as I wait eagerly for the return of the hummingbirds, I look forward to waking up one morning to shade, the trees bursting with life. The first flowers, songbirds, the song of peepers along the creek bed as night falls. The world rousing from slumber in a symphony of new life. It’s my favorite thing about this time of year. And I feel so blessed to be here for one more spring.
May your days be filled with sweetness, good health and joy! Much love, peace and glimmers to you!
I write metered verse short, sweet, with a hint of snark bonus, if it rhymes what you see is what you get one day, hope to be a poet
~kat
It’s been a long week…every week seems long and short at the same time…a little chaotic. But today is Friday! TGIF! And for the first time in a long time we went out with some friends for a pint 🍺 and a show. It was good to get out. Next week we have another surgery to look forward too. I’ll likely be hunting for glimmers in the waiting room. Hoping for an uncomplicated outcome. But for now, I’m just grateful for this one evening, in a very long time, of normal.
It rained here this evening so we missed seeing the happy face moon with a little help from Saturn and Venus. I do hope some of you saw it!
Much love, peace, and glimmers of normal to you! ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Yeah, sure, but what are your poems about? OK… this one is an odd one. But that only makes me love it more. Think about the landscape of your writing/poetry and make a list of what you’re doing or trying to do then turn that list into a poem. / Recommended reading: “Artist Statement” by Tarik Dobbs
her beautiful face watches us from a distance her far side hidden its secret kept for eons we don’t miss what we don’t know
~kat
Some secrets are better kept…secret. Recently, in 2019, the Chinese National space program landed on the moon’s far side giving us a glimpse of what the moon’s elusive far side looks like. It’s not pretty. Instead it is a dryer, meteor scarred, desolate landscape, totally different from the beautiful benevolent “face” we are so familiar with. I don’t miss that I’ve never seen the far side of the moon. But I would miss not seeing that smiling “face” every night in all of her stages.
Speaking of stages of the moon on April 25th a triple conjunction of Venus, Saturn and the crescent view of the moon will present a smiley face in the sky. I hope the skies are clear wherever you live so you can see this rare event.
much love, peace, and clear sky, smiley face glimmers to you. Something to look forward to is always a good thing in times such as this. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
~kat
NaGloPoWriMo 4/22/2025 prompt: Write about what you *don’t* know (or can’t see) You’ve heard the old advice: Write what you know. But for this writing prompt, let’s explore what you don’t know… or can’t see… or what does not happen after all. Write a poem about something from the lens of its absence. / Recommended reading: “and in the poem we search for the birds” by jason b. crawford and “Good News” by Alison Luterman
These guys are finally settling down. No puffed up feathers…no strutting! I have developed quite an appreciation for the wild Turkey. Magnificent beasts…And today’s glimmer. With so many things happening in the world today. I am so grateful that these Toms came by and reminded me that sometimes it’s okay to relax and hang out with friends. Normal can be a beautiful thing, especially in the midst of chaos.
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shaded gray
endless rain, gray skies is it gray or is it grey? cold and dreary…it’s grey
~kat
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the peace worker’s piece
she was on a roll an inspiring role i hear it was here that she wrote by rote a piece about ways to peace nothing new, she knew but a message we’d forgot ‘twas right to write it
~kat
Today I wrote a couple of poems on topic exploring the homophone…
Homophone Definition: one of two or more words pronounced alike but different in meaning or derivation or spelling (such as the words to, too, and two); or a character or group of characters pronounced the same as another character or group
NaGloPoWriMo 10 April 2025 prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like Bibbins’, uses alliteration and punning. See if you can’t work in references to at least one word you have trouble spelling, and one that you’ve never quite been able to perfectly remember the meaning of.
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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