March 4, 2025

day 63 – game on

By Kat Myrman

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!

~kat

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March 3, 2025

day 62 – a time to bake bread

By Kat Myrman
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.

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March 2, 2025

day 61 – a ReVerse…well that was a week!

By Kat Myrman
A bright crescent Moon dancing with Venus
~ kat 2025
a ReVerse…well that was a week!

history repeats itself
though nuanced variations can shift 
it’s a quandary I’ve wrestled with
dreams of youth pending
deep breath…deep breath
as chaos churns
the birds are singing | people will perish
an attempted murder, two crows in a tree
it’s a murder now, two crows are three

~kat

It was the art of the steal…oops I meant deal…(wink) on display for the world to see this week. A mafioso-styled set-up meant to obliterate a genuine, humble leader, an ally, complete with a bad-cop hillbilly goon to rough up the mark, appeasing the Don, to cry foul when the truth was revealed. We all saw it clear as day. A shifting of alliances exposed, and the deal that never was meant for peace tossed aside, lauded as good TV for a delighted audience of one leering from his tower in the S.U., while his puppet danced awkwardly, the strings we all suspected finally exposed. The grand hall rats were waiting in the wings of course, ready to spread the toxic prepared talking points. “The nerve! The ungratefulness! Disrespectful! What was he wearing? No suit to meet with the greatest president in the history of presidents in his hallowed Oval Office! The audacity! No deal!??! No peace!” though it is becoming increasingly clear that peace was never, nor will be, part of this or any deal.

I feel the need to apologize to the world for this terrible mess even though I didn’t vote for it. I fought for the truth…and continue to fight. The truth is that truth died a long time ago. We are no longer the United States of America. We’re anything but united. Relegated to red bleeding into and obliterating blue. But over half of us are blue…we know at least that to be true. Sharpie scribbled maps…gulf of ‘merica, red, white, and blue land, gaza riviera, u.s. canal…please don’t trust us. The deals our leaders propose are laced with poison, self interest and malevolence. I stand with you…I stand with Ukraine…with Canada…with the Palestinian people of Gaza…with Mexico…with Panama …with Greenland and Denmark, and all other people’s and nations who find themselves the object of, and in the cross-hairs of our horrible leader’s lust for power, self aggrandizement, bigotry, hate, and cruelty. History repeats itself, obvious to those of us who know history. This is what ignorance breeds. This is democracy dying. 

The only glimmer I can muster these dark days is this…this little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine, let it shine…

Peace, love, and glimmers to you.

~kat

A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it here as a review of the previous week.

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March 1, 2025

day 60

By Kat Myrman 
peanut wars 

an attempted murder, two crows in a tree
waiting for peanuts, provided by me
‘til a party of jays 
came to spoil their buffet
it’s a murder now, two crows are three

~kat

I love my crows. There are two regulars that visit me in the morning. They call for me if I’m not outside. It’s peanuts they crave. I have a station set up for them far from the feeders that I reserve for the smaller birds…the finches, wrens, phoebes, starlings, cardinals, nuthatches, juncos, and tits. The crows used to intimidate my smaller guests so it seemed like a good compromise. And for a time the crows loved this arrangement and were happy to leave my community feeders alone. That is until the Blue Jays discovered the peanut station. Now mornings consist of alternating dive bombs to the tray. My faithful duo of crows call for backup. Just one more makes them a formidable murder…sometimes there are more. The jays are obnoxious and fast, but the crows are fierce. Eventually the jays disburse and the crows enjoy their morning treat.

There is an obnoxious party of jays looking to take what is not theirs from the crows. But there is a fine tipping point when a pair of crows becomes a formidable opposition. We need to remember we are not alone…we have each other and when we band together those seeking to overtake us cannot win. Today’s glimmer…find the others and stand together.

Peace, love, and glimmers to you. You’re not alone…together we win.

Occasionally we have an uncommon visitor to the feeders. This is a beautiful Red-Bellied Woodpecker.

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February 28, 2025

day 59 ~ exploring the cleave

By Kat Myrman 
it’s okay…I’m ok…everything’s okay

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. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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