glimmer day 110 ~ NaGloPoWriMo 4/21/2025

pancakes for breakfast

I felt her watching, ignoring
us, glaring, judging, hating
our perceived sinfulness,
determined not to serve us
as if serving us somehow
condemned their fragile faith
and threatened their entry into heaven
I tried to ignore her
we just wanted pancakes for breakfast
when I was sick
the ER desk clerk
asked, “who is SHE?”
SHE will need to wait outside
family only…but, she IS family
the doctor won’t see you
if SHE is in the room
I try to ignore them
I just wanted her with me when I was
sick
the whispers, snide side glances
accompany our travels, wherever
we go…we second-guess safety
make mental notes of unsafe
people and places…they claim
we have an agenda, that we threaten
their families…but we are a family
we try to ignore them
we just want to live our lives
they voted for fools you know
the ones who enjoy dividing us
the ones who want to tell every
he and she how to live and who
to be…the ones who want us to
suffer and we wonder, how could
people who say they love us, choose them
we can’t ignore them anymore
our lives depend on it

~kat

Today’s Glimmer…The Eight-Spotted Forester Moth. This one’s a beauty. Often mistaken for a butterfly because it travels during the day. Symbol of transformation, beauty, and the importance of embracing change.

Much love, peace, and glimmers of change to you!

~kat

NaGloPoWriMo 4/21/2025 Prompt:

Identity politics poetics
There’s lots about ourselves that we can’t (and wouldn’t want to) change. Some of those things put us at risk in a culture that, more and more (I’m looking at you, America), “others” all but the straight white male able-bodied experience. It’s critical that we document what that’s like to live with that reality. Maybe you experience harm from -isms or -phobias or maybe you experience privilege. Either way, write a poem related to how perceptions, assumptions or cultural “norms” impact you. / Recommended reading: “evening : girl” by Gabrielle Brant Freeman


glimmer day 109 ~ NaGloPoWriMo 2025

the word on the streets deep in maga-land

it’s not as bad as you say it is
don’t overreact, it’s embarrassing
no one I personally know has been fired,
disappeared, or deported, and that new guy rfk, jr. confirms what I’ve been
telling you all along…it’s the vaccines
and our food that is making us sick…
measles? they’ll go away soon. there’s
this brilliant doctor, yeah I know…
who has the measles, but he said
he is fine after a little fever, so it’s not
that bad, anyhow, he’s working on it…
don’t talk to me about brain worms
that is fake news…where do I get
my news you ask? from several sources
I do my homework, and I also know
someone who knows someone personally
who is in congress. the jobs are coming
back, factories are already being built,
even the wall, finally, stuff is getting done,
the tariffs are working, and doge? well,
it’s about time our country is being run
like a business. Rights? Freedom? Choice?
more fake news…I know eggs are still
expensive, but that’s because the other guy killed off all the chickens…I guess he
never heard of flock impunity, we are
so much better off in just a few short
months…the world is watching, and
our great nation has everyone begging
to make a deal, just like our president
promised…so…stop your whining, you
lost and we won fair and square, like
you said, elections have consequences

(And this is why I don’t speak to red hats anymore-these are actual quotes…
alarmed? that was so yesterday. I’ve moved on to full-on f-ing freak out.)


~kat

I promised you daily glimmers and glimmers you shall have! My gentle woodland friends stopped by to cheer me, and hopefully you as well. 

much love, peace and glimmers to you! 

~kat


NaGloPoWriMo 20 April 2025 Prompt from good universe next door: Don’t be alarmed

Write a poem where you are unbothered by something scary or dangerous. / Recommended reading: “Acclimated” by Sarah Carleton


glimmer day 108 ~ NaGloPoWriMo 19 April 2025

true or false

what if it was impossible to tell a lie?
would we say less to each other?
would we avoid the hard conversations?
or would we finally become real…
able to look into the eyes of that face
in the mirror with acceptance, embracing
all that we are, all that we hope to be?
what if we weren’t afraid to say
what we feel, what we need,
what we think, what we know is true
imagine the freedom of fully trusting in
absolutes, in right and wrong, in light
and dark, day and night, imagine how
the world might be if the history we tell
ourselves and our children actually
happened, the good and the bad,
no judgement, but used to apply lessons
learned to make the future brighter,
a gift to our children and their children…
once upon a time when someone told
the first untruth we lost our way
because lies grow like a cancer
until the truth is impossible to know
how different would life be if we could start over
refuse the lie that some lies are okay
commit to what is real and right and true
I can only imagine it… can you?

~kat


today’s glimmer

love’s tree

if love were a tree
she’d be two trees intertwined 
from root to blue sky

~kat


NaGloPoWriMo 19 April 2025 prompt from gooduniversenextdoor: We’re making it up as we go along “If only….” or “Suppose….” For today’s poem, let’s suspend reality and write a poem that starts with a preposterous notion… then follows it. / Recommended reading: “Invisible Nests” by Kelly Madigan and “Restaurant of Dreams” by Robert Okaji 


glimmer day 107 ~ NaGloPoWriMo 2025 Day 18

the drawer…you know the one

it’s not junk
everything
is a necessity
that I might need one day
I promise you
I am not a hoarder
tape, loose change, keys
yes, I need those random keys
in case something is locked
and I need a key
flashlight…a must have
in a blackout or nighttime walks
paper clips, rubber bands
you don’t need them until you do
multi-head screwdriver because
chapstick, hand sanitizer, gorilla glue
pencils, pens and post-it notes too
yes, yes, yes I need it all sooner
or later or sometime or yesterday
I am not a hoarder…I’m not
and it’s not junk

~kat

Spring is most certainly coming. I was a bit worried as winter overstayed its welcome. The trees stayed winter-bare longer than usual and I wondered if the winds and storms of this past season had taken a toll. I shouldn’t have worried. Nature is a well practiced in the change of the seasons. And the trees? They’re finally showing signs of life…greening. As chaotic as the world is right now, I need normal more than ever. Our mother, Nature, knows how to nurture us. Today I am so grateful that I can count on that.

Much love, peace, and spring glimmers to you!

~kat


NaGloPoWriMo 2025 Day 18 Prompt from goodunivervenextdoor: Contents may settle during flight…Choose something from your purse or wallet, a desk drawer, a coat pocket, a coffee table, medicine cabinet, or something similar, then write a poem about what it holds. / Recommended reading: “I Wake up in the Underworld of My Own Dirty Purse” by Karyna McGlynn and “Inside My Lola’s Handbag” by Michelle Peñaloza


glimmer day 106 ~ NaGloPoWriMo 17 April 2025

radical

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

much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat