I smiled intentionally at a stranger today, gave them my place at the front of the line, paid the extra change they were short at the checkout then wished them well as we parted ways they turned briefly and smiled back
it cost me nothing well, two dollars and twenty-one cents for those who are counting I wasn’t…nothing mattered in that moment but being kind, connecting with another person in a world that has forgotten how to care…in a world where benevolence is a radical act
~kat
I will let today’s glimmer poem speak for itself. My inspiration once again comes from gooduniversenextdoor.
“Seedbombing the desolation” There’s so much in the world to fight against. So much. Our “go-to” strategies are taking to the streets, boycotting companies and writing elected officials, but for this prompt, write a poem about tiny gestures or symbolic acts that also signify protest. / Recommended reading: “Guerilla Gardener” by Sarah Carleton and “Political Action” by Bob Hicok
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.
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.
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.
hello darkness my old friend just when we think we’ve seen it all like a candle in the wind
another blow, the nightmare never ends as criminals plan their next cabal hello darkness my old friend
I can’t bear to watch, the bitter end democracy on life support will fall like a candle in the wind
we’re spiraling on a downward trend the people cry but no one hears their call hello darkness my old friend
we told the truth, our differences to mend they called us traitors from behind their wal like a candle in the wind
there is no middle ground on which to stand our leaders on a binge have gone awol hello darkness my old friend like a candle in the wind
-kat
NaGloPoWriMo 11April 2025 Prompt: take a look at Kyle Dargan’s “Diaspora: A Narcolepsy Hymn.” This poem is a loose villanelle that uses song lyrics as its repeating lines (loose because it doesn’t rhyme). Your challenge is, like Dargan, to write a poem that incorporates song lyrics – ideally, incorporating them as opposing phrases or refrains.
Today’s glimmer…bluejays at the crow feeder. Bluejays can be obnoxious creatures. What started as a feeding tray for my crow friends has quickly become host to dozens of blue jays. I have been putting out more peanuts specifically for the crows mid-day when the jays are off doing whatever it is they do.
There are people who act like these jays. They are obnoxious and will push for their own interest above others, even if it means encroaching on someone else’s portion. And then there are those who wait, coming in at the back of the line after everyone else has had their fill. They may even find that their favorite dishes are empty by the time they come to fill their plate. And it’s perfectly fine with them. Potlucks are not about the food, they are about community, and gratefulness for having one’s needs met.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of gratefulness to you,
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