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day 261

What’s your favorite word?

Serendipity

A simply perfect sunset.
Shooting Stars…
Each
Radiant stream
Ebbs
Disintegrating
Into stardust, beautiful in death
Passing
Into oblivion
Temporarily
Dazzling
Yielding

~kat

You need to be in the right place at the precise right time to catch a glimpse of the final moments of distant ancient stars. Seeing a shooting star is serendipitous…my favorite word in response to this WordPress prompt. I love the sound of the word almost as much as I love its meaning.

Serendipity is the phenomenon of making fortunate and unexpected discoveries by chance, rather than by planning or searching for them.It’s the experience of finding something pleasant or valuable when you weren’t even looking for it, like a happy accident or a lucky coincidence. (AI definition)

Much love, peace, and serendipitous glimmers to you…

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


Here are a few of those serendipitous moments from today…


day 210

lunacy in lala-land

Not to brag
Or anything…
Really, it’s true
Most days i am
Absolutely, unquestionably
Lucid as a dryer setting
Crazy isn’t it?
You’d never know

If I didn’t tell you!
Sometimes I surprise myself

Obviously, it’s clear as swamp water
Vanilla is my favorite flavor
Everything I do is
Rather boring, common even
Reality is my kick
And if you don’t believe me
Take a look around and you’ll see
Everybody else is looney tunes insane
Daffy as the day the don dubbed them magats

~kat

Every now and again I like to have a little fun. It breaks the tension of unending annihilation, lawlessness, and destruction. Even a bleeding heart like me can only take so much before losing it…we’re talking hysterical unwarranted laughter over nothing, until my sides hurt and there are tears running down my thighs. IYKYK… it sucks getting old. 

Anyhoo, even on my craziest, unhinged days, they got me beat. You can’t make up some of the ludicrous things they think, and actually believe. I suppose I should be thanking the walking dead to reality folks. They make me look positively sane, even on my most insane moments. It’s all relative…in 50 shades of cray…cray.

This morning I was greeted by several deer folk. They’re my glimmers for today. They watch me and appear to wonder just who or what I am…what they don’t know is I am wondering the same thing! 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨

And then there was this…the view from my pocket as my camera kept snapping once deposited there. It’s finally the proof I need…I have stardust in my pockets! Weird…right?!

day 182 and day 183 – half a year of glimmers with a half more to go

thoughts on the most horrible, awful, terrifyingly sad day of a crumbling nation

silence is best when there are no words
when nothing one says will change what is done
when voices of reason now quelled; go unheard
silence is best when there are no words
when lies beget lies; when truth feels absurd
compassionate acts touch hard hearts one by one
silence is best when there are no words
when nothing one says will change what is done

~kat
a triolet poem is an 8 line poem that follows the following rhyme and repeated line sequence:

A (first line)
B (second line)
a (rhymes with first line)
A (repeat first line)
a (rhymes with first line)
b (rhymes with second line)
A (repeat first line)
B (repeat second line)

another irrelevant holiday

If our forefathers saw us now, this
Nation they held dear
Do you think that they’d be
Proud of what we have become?
Every word that they declared
Now silenced with a sneer
Delivering hate for all to see
Enriching greed with none to spare
Now the people live in fear
Can democracy be restored?
Each of us is called to stand, to show the world we care

Don’t expect a celebration on this day from me
As the powerful destroy what’s right and good for us, our progeny
You know it’s true this faux Independence Day

~kat
An Acrostic Poem is a poem where the first letter of each line spells out a word, name, or phrase, often related to the poem's subject

Another twofer. With, of course some glimmers to soften the blow of the last few days. We are halfway through a year of glimmers. Obviously I have shared some repeat glimmerers. You probably know I have some favorites.

Some favorite Glimmers from the archive:

I’m sorry…I just didn’t have it in me to write what I was feeling yesterday. I needed to sleep on it. I needed to see another beautiful sunrise to assure me that life can only be lived in moments now as many of us wait for that oppressive,  heavy left shoe to drop. For some of us it will come sooner than others. But none of us are immune from the hate and cruelty of the current government. I woke this morning to light! Just the glimmer I needed to get me out of bed, when in truth I’d be just as happy to stay here for the weekend, pull the covers over my head and hide…but that’s not healthy…I know. Thank you Sun for being the constant I so need in my life right now. 

And thank you Nature for holding me close under a lush canopy of green. Thank you cool morning breeze that is fragrantly sweet from newly cut grass, thank you wild creatures…the deer, the squirrels, the turkeys, the songbirds, the crows, and thank you my domestic critters, Gabby, Matilda, Frankie, Schrödinger, Mr Bean and the fishes, for loving me unconditionally and for giving me a reason to get up each day. Thank you as well to you dear readers, for stopping by and letting me know you see me. And to my family and friends, for choosing to share this life with me.

I have so much to be grateful for..so many reasons to light a fire in me to continue this little act of rebellion here. I will not be silenced. I will write from my heart what is true…and I will always, always, always choose love, and kindness. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨ 


stop and smell the roses

Photo courtesy of RoonZ-nl on Pixabay.com
“stop and smell the roses”

stop trying to please
and take some time for you to
smell spring’s sweetness in
the moments after the rain
roses misted, dressed in red

~kat

NaPoWriMo2022 -Day 6 Prompt: write a variation of an acrostic poem. But rather than spelling out a word with the first letters of each line, I’d like you to write a poem that reproduces a phrase with the first words of each line.

To challenge myself even more, this poem was created using Original Magnetic Poetry online in the format of a Tanka 😊

Quid Pro Quo – NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 23

Quid Pro Quo

Quibbling aside, it is plain to see
Unless you’ve been living underneath a rock
In dealings with our friends and enemies
Donny T’s crime family is in hock

Promises of aid held for a favor…
Rouse investigations, tell the world
Or forfeit our assistance, overheard

Quid no pro, pro no quid, it’s hard to tell
Unwittingly or not, goods were exchanged
Our nation took a blow to its good name

~kat

For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 23: write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word.