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Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 30

muse

Annoying! You know I’m busy…now is not the time! The presentation, that we just found out about THIS MORNING, is due by COB today…TODAY! And there are eight people in five different time zones that need to get their slides to me to complete the task, make it look presentable for tomorrow’s 9 am ET meeting…by COB!!! And I’m already SOL…COB came and went…it’s tomorrow already in Shanghai! But it’ll be okay…that guy never sleeps…I need coffee!

You need jasmine tea my dear…a twist 
of lemon or a dash of clover honey, or both…
or your favorite, Sir Earl with a dollop of sweet cream…

What I NEED is for YOU to be quiet!!! Go find yourself a dark corner and brood. Do that tortured thing you do…disappear and torment me when I need you! Where was I? Coffee…send the template to the team, remind them that I need their slide BEFORE COB…so in other words NOW…sorry Barcelona…

You’re missing it…

WHAT? WHAT NOW!?!!!

the dawn…golden streams
of light, dew-kissed leaves
fluttering, a soft breeze transforming 
them into amber and emeralds,
the trill of robins fading as wrens,
thrushes, and sparrows pick up
the chorus, the jays and crows
bellowing, doves cooing…
you’re missing it…

WHAT I’M MISSING IS MY DEADLINE IF I DON’T GET ON WITH IT!!! I’ve seen decades of dawns…three slides done, five to go, the usual dawdlers…it’s going to be a long night…

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two more loaded, edited for typos, formats polished, table of contents and the appendix updated…

and another slide…go team! we might just make that deadline!…wait…what? cancelled?! It’s 4 pm! “Someone” decided the ask was unreasonable given the complexity of the project…the meeting is moving to next week?!!! I need a break!!! I’m going to call it a day…a wasted day at that…uh hello? It’s almost sunset…

hellooooo? 

okay…I get it…I’m sorry…

…really sorry… exhausted…

I

need

sleep

What? …Who? …Oh, it’s you…ARE YOU SERIOUS!!! It’s 3 am!

I love the quiet at night, don’t you?
I forgive you my darling.
Now, about that sunset I missed…
tell me about it, won’t you?
I want to know every magnificent detail…

~kat


And that’s a wrap…30 poems in 30 days. Today’s final Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 30 Prompt: try writing your own poem that discusses a real or mythical being or profession (demons, firefighters, demonic firefighters) with the same sort of musing yet dispassionate tone.


And today’s glimmer is my loyal shadow Gabby…always over my shoulder, next to me, or underfoot. I cherish every day the fates allow me to have her company.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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Na|GloPoWriMo Day 29

cut flowers

occasionally I give in
and ignore my aversion to
colorful bouquets of cut
flowers from the grocery
store, even though I know
that they will die an ugly
death on my dining room
table…in fact, I know they
are already dead, having been
plucked in their prime, mid-bloom
to entertain and inspire people
like me who don’t have time
enough to frolic in fragrant
wildflower fields, to lie down
in tall grass imagining the
clouds overhead to be great
whales, angel wings, bears, or
back-lit portals to the unknown,
or heaven, who knows? before
disappearing into mist and blue.

I trim the dry stem edges and
arrange each flower in a vase
filled with warm water and life
support crystals, admiring
my creation, how lifelike
they appear while deceiving
myself into believing that
they’re not already gone,
reminding me as they fall limp,
petals dropping silently on
the table, the water in the
vase turning sour, that it was
the illusion of life I had
hoped to capture…the truth is
just a rude reminder I will
die one day like those doomed
dead flowers…it’s been a long
time, I muse to myself, since
I frolicked amidst wildflowers
on a sunny afternoon…too long…
sometimes it feels like that
girl is already gone too

I hope it is not an ugly
death when it happens,
I could just silently fade away
but not before I plant my
feet at least once more
in cool soil in the middle
of a field of tall grass and
wildflowers, while shapeshifting
clouds float by overhead…”don’t
mind me”, I’ll tell passersby,
I’m just silly old woman
who buys cut flowers from
the grocery store for
the girl who loved them

~kat

Na|GloPoWriMo 2026~Day 29 Prompt: In your poem today, similarly compare your everyday present life with your past self, using specific details to conjure aspects of your past and present in the reader’s mind.


It’s been raining for two days. I am awash in vibrant deep green and slate gray skies…glimmers are even more needed now to fend off my tendency for SAD. Not even a sunset to bright my spirits this evening… 😢 I was beginning to think I might need to hunt through old photographs to find a glimmer…and then I saw a tiny dark shadow flutter outside my window. There on the new feeder I had purchased this year with a clear acrylic umbrella was a young hummingbird facing away from the sugar wells, taking in the rain, safe and under cover! It made me so happy! Proving to me once again that I don’t need to find glimmers…I just need to notice them. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat


Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 28

Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 – Day 28 Prompt: Today, try writing a poem that follows the same beats: three sentences, six lines: statement, question, conclusion.


sleight of hand

many moths had perished flocking
too close to the gaslight.
what is it about the flame, possesses
them, at their own peril?
once was a man-child cried fire so
frequently, they stopped believing.

~kat

Today’s glimmer is soooo green! That brilliant after an overnight spring rain. Leaves drenched, the earth, a soft, wet cushion beneath my feet. There’s nothing quite like a good rain to feed the soul! Much love, peace, and green glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


NA|GloPoWriMo Day 27

C-D-O (Compulsive Disorder Obsessive)

there is a right way
that is usually, generally best
aesthetically speaking…wish
you agreed, I may even suggest

for instance, how the toilet
paper on the spindle rolls
over the top, and down, of
course, as everybody knows

I think you do it wrong,
or not all, just being lazy,
or maybe it’s on purpose, ‘cause
you know, it makes me crazy

I like my world orderly, no shame,
in that you know, but I suspect
you don’t agree, at least I know
where everything is kept

next time you need the car
keys or your favorite baseball hat
don’t come running to me because
you know I know where everything is at

the pantry should be stocked, well
organized by categories, please
in tidy rows…and never store ritz
crackers near sweet peas

you act like it’s a bother saying,
“I give up, do it all yourself”
just an excuse, I’m very sure when
you know I could use some help

but don’t bother, I’ll just do it,
actually like it best that way
It saves me fixing all the stuff
in the wrong place, you put away

I know I can be difficult to
live with, I am sorry dear
tell me where’d you put that thing?
that’s right, you said YOU like it HERE!

~kat
(That’s right…it’s C-D-O, because O-C-D is out of alphabetic order! 😳🤪😜😝)

so many glimmers…today’s treasure, a few snapshots of our latest garden addition. Introducing the Freesia Plant.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 26

when a poet writes

a rose is just a rose, it’s name is not what matters most
it is its fragrant sweetness, blushing blooms, that we admire
sun, moon and stars, are more than just distant celestial orbs
they shift the tides, grant wishes, arouse hearts with raw desire

streams, lakes, and oceans have a certain way of stirring souls
in stillness, ripples widening into waves kissing the shore
unsettling the sand, just at the edge, eroding earth and stone
to draw us deep into the darkest depths longing for more

the air is not just something to be breathed in and exhaled
it is fragrant, gentle, fierce, tempestuous and still
a myriad of voices, each with different tales to tell
tossing wisps of hair, downing trees, scorching hot to bitter chill

a songbird’s trill, a babbling brook, cicada ecstasy
bitter herbs, fresh baking bread, a lover’s lingering scent
fresh laundered bedsheets cool to touch, warm mud between one’s toes
poets weave fantastical in ways some have only dreamt

~kat

Na|GloPoWrMo 2026 Day 26 Prompt: Today, we challenge you to write your own ars poetica, giving the reader some insight into what keeps you writing poetry, or what you think poetry should do.


Joining me at sunset is always good for a glimmer or two…or…evolving glimmers!

Much love, peace and glimmers to you!

~kat

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