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day 218

This little missy had an impromptu bath this evening. Read on for the rest of the story!
Gabby-Pooooo!

Gabby, my dog, rolled in deer shit today
she smiled at me, then pranced through the door
why she did it, who knows, I can’t say
Gabby, my dog, rolled in deer shit today
off to the washtub we went straight away
putrid, green goo, it was hard to ignore
Gabby, my dog, rolled in deer shit today
she smiled at me, then pranced through the door

~kat

The poem tells the story! I didn’t happen to get the before photo. I was too busy corralling Gabby into the washroom. She had done a good job of it. I assumed it was an herbivore (likely a deer) based on the green tinge that needed extra scrubbing once I got the bulk of it cleared away. Gross!!! She’s done this a few times before. I’m sure there is an animal behavior that explains this awful practice. And I am quite sure she does not consider it awful or gross. When she came inside she was quite pleased with herself, a big smile on her face begging for a treat for being a good girl. 

Okay…so, you know me. I had to look it up. Apparently it has to do with scent marking; channeling her inner wolf. This I can relate to. I’m on a similar path myself. Learning to deprogram all the BS that this world imposes on us from the time we’re born to become civilized. Lately I’ve been returning to my roots, entertaining my wilder, intuitive side. I’m remembering who I really am, shedding the labels that the world has used to define me. Thank goodness my journey doesn’t involve rolling in poop! But it does get messy sometimes. Messy is not always a bad thing. 

So…does this revelation count as a glimmer? I’ll take it! It’s a confirmation to me that I am on the right track. 

As for Gabby, she’s definitely a glimmer, all scrubbed and sanitized and cute as ever. If I look close enough I can see her “wolf” side simmering behind those dark eyes of hers. She can smell a skunk passing by outside through insulated walls in the middle of the night. ( I speak from experience! ). It is a reminder to me to listen to that wild side of myself, and to trust my intuition as well.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨💩💩💩


Poetry form: the Triolet

Elements of the triolet:

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)


day 217

fully nested

the phoebes are nesting once again
a brood to fledge before the fall
the dawn is filled with phoebe calls
“feee-bee! feee-bee!” their sweet refrain
a brood to fledge before the fall
the phoebes are nesting once again

~kat

This evening I noticed a phoebe bird perched atop the nest crafted this past spring. I read that Phoebes actually have more than one brood a season. First to arrive in early spring and last to leave in mid-fall to winter in Central America, this pair of phoebes has been choosing the light fixtures on our house to nest for several years now.  They are hearty, resilient little birds. Over the years we have watched them persist in the face of inclement weather and wind. Their young have not always survived but these little birds rebuild again and again. It is said that they symbolize patience, persistence, and new beginnings.  An inspiration to us all to press on toward our goals even in challenging times! 

I don’t have a photo of this budding brood yet… (posted above is the same nest from earlier this year) but it is certainly a glimmer of hope. What I also have is a tiny clip of the hummingbirds jousting just outside my window while I work. Today started started and ended in glimmers. I hope you too have many days like this as well! 

Much love, peace, and multiple glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


Today’s Poetry Form: the Biolet

The rhyme scheme of the biolet thus can be expressed as ABbaBA (with the capital  letters representing the repeated lines).  Length of each line can vary but works best when it follows an iambic cadence.


day 216

rock-a-bye moon
the stars have run out
of wishes…the fat lady
sang her song, but no one
was listening…the fiddler
had played them to sleep
and a thousand suns faded to black

~kat

It was one on those days. My phone ringing off the hook. Hours talking family members through stuff. I must’ve hung out my “Mom is in” sign in the clouds. It is rare that I get an actual phone call. These days the preferred mode of communication is text. It’s lovely to be needed. Years after they have grown and started lives and families of their own, a simple phone call is a wonderful thing…a voice…not text shorthand and emojis on a screen. Needless to say I launched immediately into mom mode. It’s the little things, isn’t it?

I tend to lean toward chronicling the times we’re living in through poetry, and my writing. That’s why glimmers have become an important detour for me. Today, it was o phone call. And of course Gabby too. She keeps me from going over the edge.

A silly Gabby…As if to say…why so serious mom? Why indeed! She just might be an angel…

Magnetic Poetry Online – Original Kit


day 211 

today’s WordPress prompt: Write about a random act of kindness you did for someone …

well, I could tell you
but then I’d have to kill you
defeats the purpose…
random acts, you see, are best
done and kept anonymous

-kat

Another day of not taking myself or anything too seriously. And enjoying a 20 degree drop in temperatures. Even a full day of rain can’t get me down. Today’s featured glimmers are the local hummingbirds. Three of them have been jousting nonstop outside the window at the feeders. I have enjoyed listening to their chirps while I work. Clearly they approve of the cooler temperatures as well. 

Regarding today’s poem, a tanka, i happened to notice today’s prompt question on WordPress. As I explained in my poem…I prefer to keep the random acts of kindness that I do anonymous. Having also been on the receiving end there is a certain magic in realizing someone thought enough about you to do something kind for you. Just thinking about it makes me smile. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. May you find an opportunity to act kindly toward someone today…even if that someone is you! 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


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?!