nobody noticed when the dust settled drifting into nooks and cracks coating shelves and knickknacks nobody noticed when everything slowly faded under a dull gray hue
we have forgotten we are stardust and light we are bone and sinew blood and flesh infused with the eternal spirit of love living, breathing beacons with potential for goodness
nobody noticed as we languished under the ash heaps of history repeating we have forgotten what we are made of we have forgotten who we are...
~kat
This one ruminated for a while in my head, eking out in pieces…I needed to sleep in it to bring it to the page. The glimmer for day 64…remember, remember who you are. Don’t let anyone tell you that you are less than…
Good morning! I may come up with a poem later today, but for now I just had to share this morning’s glimmer to you. If you’ve been following me, you know that I have a faithful duo (an attempted murder, if you will 😉) of crows who call for me and wait for me to give them peanuts. Recently, a third crow has joined them, but only after I have presented the peanuts. Drama ultimately ensues, as the blue jays descend to steal the peanuts, but the crows hold their ground.
This morning, THREE crows perched in their watching tree…and not pictured above a fourth called from a distance (the neighbor’s yard) to them.
You know I love a good analogy…and I so needed a glimmer this morning as our president has imposed unreasonable tariffs on our neighbors to the north and south, cut off all aid to our ally, Ukraine, as he openly aligns with Russia, stopping all sanctions, all while continuing to dismantle our government causing undue harm to our people. He will no doubt be boasting about his self-perceived prowess over the the world in his address to Congress tonight. It makes me feel sick. This morning, I believe the universe sent me just the encouragement I needed to face the day.
The jays won’t win the peanut wars, because the crows are organizing, growing in number. Even neighboring crows are adding their voice to the scene. There has been a shift. I know to some my take on this might seem odd, even wishful thinking. But it has encouraged me so much this morning. We have a murder folks…IYKYK
Peace, Love, and Glimmers to you! Whatever new horrors might unfold today, the crows are organizing!
This past weekend’s project…a few loaves of bread. My favorite parts of the process? Watching the yeast activate in warm, sugar-sweetened water…and kneading soft, warm dough…it’s not something you rush through. Good bread takes time and effort, but it is so worth it. When I’m in need of a glimmer…when I feel stressed or overwhelmed, I bake!
you say i’m overreacting …
Obviously, over half of us are losers. Victory was never in the cards for us. Everyone knows the truth now. Remember when Republicans were respectable? End of an era…it’s the end of all endings. America is on the brink. Can you see it? Why can’t you see it? Tell me when things are great again. It’s not going to happen, not for us Only for the rich…and the soulless Not that it matters…lies comfort you more than the truth
~kat
A little back story on today’s poem. I had a disturbing conversation with someone close to me recently. Someone who voted for Trump. I know several people who lean that way. They think what’s happening is great…it’s about time someone shakes things up. It’s obvious they get their news from this administration’s reliable unreliable sources and the sycophants who spin and regurgitate the lies that keep half of this country afraid and angry. It’s that…or they just don’t watch the news. Once, every four years, they come out in their red, white, and blue attire on Election Day…cast a vote for the person who entertained them the most. And then go back to living their happy little lives while the rest of us burn in the hell’s wrath that they’ve unleashed with a flippant stroke of a pen. There’s really no talking to them. All I can hope for…and it makes me feel like a horrible person for thinking it, is that when the pain and suffering comes knocking at their door…as it will (I don’t know any billionaires), that they get a belly full of what they voted for, thinking it would only affect other people. It’s a horrible way to think, but sometimes people need to hit bottom before they can begin to heal.
There are a few things I can commit to when that day comes. I’m not heartless…I’m a bleeding heart liberal who wants peace, justice, fairness, and freedom for everyone, for goodness’ sake! But I am bracing myself, and intent on finding redemption for thinking what I’ve thought. To that end, I won’t say, I refuse to say, “I told you so.” But I will be there for them, to console their profound disillusionment, to lift them from the shame they might feel for having been duped by a vile con artist. I will love them, even as I do now, even though we believe very differently about how the world should work. It’s the very least I can do. I promise to keep a light shining. To be a safe place. I’ve been preparing my whole life for this. Compassion and empathy are often forged in the fire of hardship and adversity. Yep I can do this. I am here for such a time as this.
Peace, love, and glimmers of light to you.
~kat
Today’s Poetry Form: The Acrostic
An acrostic is a poem or other word composition in which the first letter (or syllable, or word) of each new line (or paragraph, or other recurring feature in the text) spells out a word, message or the alphabet.
it will be okay | there will be collateral the morning sun is bright | shine a light the sky is blue | expose the lies the birds are singing | people will perish wake up, stretch | as they flex their hatred take a walk amidst the trees | and burn things down deep breath…deep breath | don’t exhale embrace sweet routine | as chaos churns a day like every other | unprecedented cruelty and power work, play, rest, repeat | their malevolent goal here in our bubbles | no one is safe clinging to normal | democracy is dying make bread | those starving for justice sip sweet tea | long for peace dawn to dusk | dusk to darkness as the world spins | the sky is falling
~kat~
It’s been more than a minute since I tried my hand at a Cleave Poem. Described as three poems in one it is written in two contrasting side by side columns also designed to be read fully, line by line across both columns. What you see above is the total view. But I’m going to break it down for you below as well…three poems in one. Truly a format fitting for times such as this. Cling to every glimmer you can muster. It’s not being delusional…it is survival!
Cleave poem breakdown part 1:
it’s okay…
it will be okay
the morning sun is bright
the sky is blue
the birds are singing
wake up, stretch
take a walk amidst the trees
deep breath…deep breath
embrace sweet routine
a day like every other
work, play, rest, repeat
here in our bubbles
clinging to normal
make bread
sip sweet tea
dawn to dusk
as the world spins
Cleave poem breakdown part 2:
I’m ok…?
there will be collateral
shine a light
expose the lies
people will perish
as they flex their hatred
and burn things down
don’t exhale
as chaos churns
unprecedented cruelty and power
their malevolent goal
no one is safe
democracy is dying
those starving for justice
long for peace
dusk to darkness
the sky is falling
And now jump back to the top and read the entire poem line by line…3 very different poems in one.
Peace, love, and glimmers to you…be kindness and hope for someone today. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
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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