glimmer day 117 ~ NaGloPoWriMo 28 April 2025

outside of the box

we arrive here naked, unencumbered
only to be quickly swaddled in cloth,
socks and booties forced on our feet,
sleepers and onesies, snaps, buttons,
and safety pins; try as we might to
break free, to wiggle our bare toes,
to feel the breeze on our skin, eventually
we comply with humanity’s dress code
and spend a lifetime covering ourselves
in fashion (a term that makes it sound
fancy) as if the magnificent skin
inhabited by our soul was somehow
inferior, shameful even, best hidden…
but those of us fortunate enough to live
to be gray, with skin soft and thinning,
who’ve grown comfortable
as our souls begin to spill out,
some of us, I admit I am one,
relish losing the shoes and
the clothes, and the shame,
planting our bare feet in tall grass,
pressing our toes into the cool earth
as the breeze kisses our skin
under the glow of the moon and stars,
finally free to be as nature intended…
naked as the day we were born

~kat

Today’s glimmer…new tetras for the fish tank. This year’s long winter was hard on so many of us. We found ourselves without power several times. One time though when the temperatures were particularly frigid, we were without power for days…long enough to lose what was in our refrigerator, no water, no way to leave because we were iced in. We survived by wearing layers and huddling under blankets, but most of our poor little fish didn’t make it.  We were unable warm the aquarium water as the temperatures inside dropped day by day. I missed them. Miraculously two hearty souls had survived along with our big precious and catfish, but they looked so lonely. This past weekend we added some friends. The world feels restored, if only under my roof! Meet the fishes who brighten my day every day! 


NaGloPoWriMo 28 April 2025 Prompt:

Break the mold. Get out of the rut. Think outside the box.
Write a poem about a new way of doing something. / Recommended reading: “For When We Greet Each Other” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer


glimmer day 116 ~ NaGloPoWriMo 27 April 2025

memories of a feral youth

flowers in pots on the window ledge
of a second floor brownstone,
and me knocking on a creaky
aluminum screen door,
invited inside, to eat cookies
with orange juice in a jelly jar
my mother would eventually
come to fetch me…
they were so nice, the neighbors
even though I was an escape artist
even though I picked a flower
from their window ledge garden
to give to my mother
(I would learn that taking
things that didn’t belong to me
was bad, and made people sad that day…)
I would learn about forgiveness too
the next time I escaped, welcomed once
again, with cookies and orange juice
in a jelly jar, and my neighbor
smiling at me from across
a linoleum laminated
table with an metal rim
as we waited for my mother
to come fetch me again…
a seemingly sweet memory
that years later
disturbs me as I wonder
how did I, a toddler of two or three,
have such freedom to wander…

~kat

NaGloPoWriMo 27 April 2025 Prompt:

What goes up but never comes down?
Your age. 

Terrible jokes aside, ages and aging make great poetry fodder. Write a poem about a specific year in your life. It can be an age that has passed and is memorable or one that’s to come that you may be dreading or hope to embrace. / Recommended reading: “At Twenty” by Heidi Seaborn and “Two Months Before My 65th Birthday” by David James


Today’s glimmer…discovering a new bug!

I have photos of bugs and plants and fungi as well as animals that wander the woods surrounding my house in the foothills. I love learning new things. Every day there is something to discover. Today it was a bug. I have never seen a bug that looks like this bug. So of course I snapped a photo of it so I could research it later…

Introducing a Roundneck Sexton Beetle. These are “burying beetles”. Nocturnal, the male searches for a small dead animal and once found, secretes a pheromone to attract a female. Once the female arrives the two of them begin the process of burying the carcass. They will remove the fur or feathers and then cover the bare skin with an enzyme that delays decomposition. The carcass is then formed into ball with a nesting chamber hollowed out in the middle. This is where the female will lay her eggs. Once the larvae hatch she rounds the brood up inside the carcass and then unlike other burying beetles both the male and female will eat from the carcass and then regurgitate the food for the young. This little bug is truly gruesome and fascinating. Now you know!


glimmer day 115 – NaGloPoWriMo 26 April 2025

pandemics and zombies and dictators…oh my


yeah…I’m gonna pass…
the next apocalypse, that is
it’s exhausting
get the vaccine, or not
wear the mask, or don’t
whatever you do, don’t get bit,
zombie cooties are lethal
let us not forget, “you know who”
with his itchy, little fingers
has the nuclear codes now
and he’s not afraid
to try them…oops
clean up on aisle 47…

instead, join me in the bliss
of the present moment
I’ll bake us cookies
we can sip tea and watch
the sun rise…and set
dream of nothing
not even tomorrow, because
tomorrow’s not promised
to any of us…apocalypses
come and go, but the question,
the question always is,
did you live in full,
the life you’ve been given…
don’t answer that
just do it,
leave the zombie slaying,
and apocalypse surviving
to those who believe
it will make a difference
because the truth is…
no one gets out of here alive

~kat

NaGloPoWriMo 26 April 2025 prompt:

Think fast
What would you save from apocalypse? What’s in your Noah’s arc or “just” in your car fleeing from some emergency? You have 10 minutes to gather your “valuables.” Write a poem about your most precious belongings. / Recommended reading: “Writing Poems in the Middle of a Catastrophe” by Özge Lena


I didn’t forget today’s glimmer. There is no pretty photo to share for this glimmer. I started the day like I usually do. Walked Gabby (my pup), fed all the critters under our roof and tossed a few peanuts outside for the crows, and then, I gifted myself with a morning nap. I slept deeply until noon. I had chores to do, and I got to those, but those few extra hours were lovely. A gift to myself. And a reminder to myself and you, dear reader…self-care, no matter how that translates to you, is not an indulgence, but it is essential to keeping you, you.

much love, peace, and glimmers to you. Take care of you! We need your light in the world!

~kat


glimmer day 114 – NaGloPoWriMo 25 April 2025

out…today’s glimmer of normal
wordplay 

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! ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


NaGloPoWriMo 25 April 2025 Prompt:

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


glimmer day 113 – NaGloPoWriMo 24 April 2025

february 

her dark, wind-swept days
celebrate love and the dead
and rodent shadows
mistress of calendars,
quadrennial day shifter,
she conspires with the sun
to reset time while the earth
spins an extra day
on its lopsided axle
and winter leaps into spring
under the snow moon

~kat

I had a friend in school who was born on the 29th of February. I felt sad for him because his birthday only came around once every four years. Oh, it was no big deal they said. They still celebrated their birthday on the 28th of the month or into March on the 1st. 

But I do remember he was an odd kid. I wondered at the time if his unusual birth day was the reason for his weirdness. The fact that I remember him these 50+ years later; that I remember that he had a weird birthday shows the impression it had on me. Over the years I’ve met a few other February 29th people. They seemed weird too. Or maybe I was just conditioned to think that because of my initial encounter. 

How impressionable we are when we are young. And I wonder, how will the undertone of hate and exclusion in the world today affect our kids years from now. It’s all the more reason to be kind and to counter hate with love and compassion. Even on those days when it seems like there is nothing we can do…we can be kind. I’m convinced that is our secret weapon during these troubled times. 

much love, peace, kindness and glimmers to you.

~kat

and a glimmer today….I discovered a new bloom on my Christmas Cactus. Enjoy! 


NaGloPoWriMo 24 April 2025 prompt:

“untidy, reckless, deviant”
That’s a list from a poem by Aiyana Masla. The full line goes like this: “the tangle / of white wild flowers / in the bright field / untidy, reckless, deviant / in their courage & in their beauty,/ their happiness a holiness, /visceral & redemptive.” Masla’s poem is titled “June,” and it’s positively gorgeous. For today’s draft, let’s start with a month as our title and write a poem that encapsulates observations and feelings about that month. / Recommended reading: In addition to Masla’s poem, check out these Poems for Every Month of the Year