What is something others do that sparks your admiration?
Truth Personified at Dawn ~ kat 2025
truth tellers
when telling the truth is revolutionary we should not whisper
~kat
It goes without saying…or maybe I need to say it out loud…truth is real, attainable, knowable, undeniable, verifiable by actual facts. Naysayers who say otherwise are lying. Which brings me to another, dare I say, truth, that should be obvious…but bears reminding…lies are not real.
Okay then…much love, peace, and glimmers to you…today’s sunrise was a true thing of beauty.
I see animals wander by everyday they don’t know they’re wild
but I am certain that they must find humans strange and most dangerous
who can really say what is wild and what is not when men kill for sport
~kat
A trio of haiku in response to the WordPress daily prompt question. I heard a report today detailing the torture happening in my country to people who have been disappeared for being assumed to be illegal. There’s a morbid irony to what is happening. Our immature, unqualified leaders are quick to defend their abhorrent actions as justified. Their cruelty is warranted “To protect the people of our nation”, so they say. How easy it is for cowards and frauds to blow unarmed boats to smithereens leaving no witnesses, and worst of all, providing no record of the crimes that allegedly doomed the victims. How easy it is to deny heath care to millions and health services to women, leaving them to die from pregnancy complications. To separate children from parents whose only crime was believing that our country might provide a better life for them if they could just get here. How easy it is for our so-called leaders to plan lavish ballrooms and hold massive banquets flaunting their gluttony while slashing food aid to the poor.
When I considered today’s prompt question I thought about the animals that live just outside my door here at the wood’s edge. Songbirds, squirrels, raccoons, turtles, snakes, deer, owls, hawks, crows, ravens, opossums, turkeys, coyotes, black bear…on any given day it is not unusual to see several of these “wild” animals. I don’t consider them wild. They are living their best lives, doing what they do, living in harmony with the natural ecosystem, contributing to its continuity.
The wild beings that I most fear are the maga maniacs who live down the road, and who would like to see me banished from their world for being different or other. Or the ice agents lurking in the shadows scoping out their next victims. Do I see wild animals? Every time I venture away from home.
We could learn from the natural world how to coexist with each other. Hatred and cruelty is a choice just as kindness and compassion is.
much love, peace, and glimmers to you. Stay safe my friends.
~kat
I can’t possibly leave you without a glimmer…there were a few. But this is one of my favorites. I didn’t happen to get a photo today, but I was looking back through my photos and remembered capturing this sweet baby. She visits me every day.
News has been more ridiculous than usual as we watch the physical and cognitive decline of our self-proclaimed great leader. I have stopped saying it can’t get any worse, because, well, you know. But today’s (or I should say yesterday’s glimmer? (I did write most of this poem yesterday…we were just away wearing ugly sweaters and doing holiday schmoozing)…as I was saying…today’s glimmer is that maga folk are starting to wake up! I won’t gloat…or even say, “told you so” but I will write about it, because that’s what I do. 😊 who says the fall of democracy can’t be fun…well not fun exactly…but I do like a bit of sarcasm every now and then!
Much love, peace, and WOKE glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
sycophant’s bawl
he’s been quite naked now for years it’s true, the emperor’s insane his court of dunces hail his name with flattery most insincere
to anyone who sees, it’s clear, the ugly truth, they have no shame he’s been quite naked now for years it’s true, the emperor’s insane
they sold their souls to profiteer for promises of power, fame but now they know who bears the blame oh they were duped, fed lies and fear he’s been quite naked now for years
~kat
btw…this poetry form is called the Rondel.
A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.
Schrödinger has the best seat in the house! Yes…Schrödinger exists, and is alive and well. 🥰
a gray day . yet another gray day the clouds fell to earth a misty melding of sky and loam blue glints and golden streams of light breaking through the veil the storm ends night slips into dawn
~kat
Things may seem impossibly dark right now, but remember my friends, all storms eventually pass. We may need to clean up debris and maybe even rebuild what we lost in the aftermath, but the sun and blue sky eventually break through. Just as night gives way to dawn, day moves into dusk; just as summer moves to autumn, to winter, to spring, please hold onto the glimmers that present themselves to you every day. Embrace every facet of this life. The light, the dark and everything in between.
so it ends . cold super moon comes full in just a few days i felt her presence pressing my soul to spill into the gray damp air it is December at long last another year spent
~kat
I have tread lightly of late around the chaos. You could call it self-care. Or not. Perhaps it is more like self preservation. One can move from disbelief, outrage, and despair to disbelief, outrage, and despair for only so long before the weight of it crashes down around you.
I have clung to every glimmer over these past 326 days. I knew when this year began it would be bad, but I could not have imagined the depth and breadth of our leaders’ capacity for hate and cruelty, for the destruction of our nation’s treasured ideals, institutions, and global good will.
It has been stunning to witness. Out has been a long year. With 3 more years of this to go, I will draw strength from the glimmers of 2025. I will continue to track each days’ glimmers as if my life depends on it. My hope is in recognizing each spark, is that eventually the light will outshine the darkness, the truth will be revealed, and justice will finally be served.
There are glimmers yet to be celebrated …29 to be exact…each one brighter than the day before. May this season of light fill you with hope and joy. May we remember to be kind. May we remember who we are.
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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