where there is smoke . fire is most certainly raging somewhere there is no denying it we see the smoke billowing, blotting out the sky here…there random houses set afire, leaving nothing… those who fan the flames do not care that people are still inside
~kat
Catching up today …I took a social media news break yesterday. Not that I was completely off the hook. My day job provided all the stress I could handle, or not handle. I keep telling myself I am getting too old to deal with office politics and greedy boards and shareholders whose demands trickle down through our micromanaging bosses to us…the worker bees who barely get a chance to taste our own honey.
The prospect of losing my hard earned benefits to pay the wealthy few a bonus for re-electing their great leader makes me all the more weary.
On a positive note, I managed to speak up for myself and set some boundaries. It took a lot for me to stand up for myself. I tend to acquiesce. So there is that. A little victory to celebrate. A glimmer if you will. Enough of a spark to keep me going forward.
Peace, Love, and Glitters,
~kat
Another Pi-inspired poem. This time based on the number of words for each line correlated to the number sequence: pi = 3.1415926535
Can you see it? Why can’t you see it? We have a murder folks Even the TURKEYS are restless when everything slowly faded with a sharpie in hand rename points on the map the sun fills the sky with light they leaned in to hear more paying it forward to someone in need filling our hearts with joie de vivre at least they cannot cancel spring since we stole an hour from dawn you can’t eclipse her Blood Moon on a Starry Night we laughed then, but it’s not funny now if it’s with not at
~kat
Happy ReVerse Poetry Day where I revisit the last few weeks of postings and weave together a new poem by lifting a favorite line from each day’s entry.
Today’s ReVerse is a bit all over the place. Kind of like the affairs of the world…chaotic…frenetic…destructive leaving us all stunned in the wake. I have to admit I thought it would be bad, but the last few months has far exceeded my worst expectations. The latest stroke of trumps poison pen orders include a stop to all federal funding for the institute of museums and library services as well as an order to ram the final nails into the USAid coffin by demanding that all classified records be shredded, and if there are too many to shred…to burn them. We need to remember … we need to keep reminding ourselves and others of how we used to be before the those claiming to make things great began their rampage of destruction. We need to hold those stories close to our hearts and tell them to our children and grandchildren…the stories of our imperfect experiment in democracy, fraught with civil wars and challenges, and crimes against indigenous peoples and African peoples but who managed to have glimmers of greatness, of justice, compassion, inclusion, and kindness.
Currently, we are a disaster, not to be trusted. This US administration is erasing all evidence of the truth. But there are legions of us who know the truth and who see the lies for what they are, perpetrated by insecure, selfish, criminal, vile, white men who want it all, even if they have to destroy us and everything good to get it.
Once again world, I am so very sorry for the monster that our country’s ignorant fools have unleashed on you. I have never been so grateful to have moved to the hills several years ago so I don’t have to see them every day through my window. I like it here with the songbirds and my beloved murder of crows, and the squirrels and chipmunks, the turkeys and opossums and raccoons, the snapping turtles and snakes…and the fungi, flowers, blackberry bushes, and trees. There are glimmers to be found in this ash heap of a country yet…all around for those of us willing to see, and always to be treasured in our hearts!
Peace, Love, and Glimmers to you!
~kat
I’ll leave you with a few of those glimmers…I hope they lighten your heart like they do mine! ✨💚✨
It’s Pi day and you know what that means! I get to write a poem based on the pi number sequence. You can do that a number of ways…by correlating the numbers in the sequence by syllables or by the number of words per line. It can be as short or long as you like. Typically I use the first whole number of the sequence (3) for the title line.
pi = 3.1415926535 8979323846 as the inspiration for today’s poem
Peace, love, and glimmers to you! I promise, there’s a glimmer at the end of today’s poem! March On!
~kat
we forgot . when it first started, when they crashed the party… we laughed then, but it’s not funny now funny if only we had known, paid more attention to the signs… it might have saved us
how blissfully ignorant of us to assume benevolence from a vile, psychopathic, felonious, predatory cheat who never cared for anyone not even those who kiss his ring it’s not over we decide how this ends
First things first! I am a lunatic! Yes I set my alarm for the wee witching hour for my rendezvous with Luna. She was right on time in all her blushing glory! It was a magical night! I bid her farewell hours later in the afterglow…she was stunning even still, as she dipped below the horizon. Of course I took photos! What kind of Glimmer Documentarian would I be without evidence.
Peace, love and lunar glimmers to you.
~kat
Blood Moon on a Starry Night – March 2025 ~ Kat The Afterglow…~kat 2025
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