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day 208

remnant of flight

along the forest edge I went
to find a feather fallen there
a bird in flight shed it, midair
a tom, he was magnificent!
to find a feather fallen there
along the forest edge I went

~kat

Today has been a good day. The world is still crazy, but…After my day job, fixing dinner for the critters inside and outside, and throwing together a creamy white bean soup with artichoke hearts and spinach for my partner and me, I looked at my evening chore list, several tasks long, and decided after tidying up the kitchen and taking Gabby for a walk, that the chores could wait. As I write, dusk is gently dimming the light outside my window and I have my feet up. Not only is it okay for you to take time for you…it’s okay to check out from the craziness of the world. I promise you, it will all be waiting for you when you decide you’re ready to dive back in.

And those chores, the vacuuming, spot cleaning the carpets, and changing water in the fish tank will wait. None of it is critical. The most important thing is taking care of myself. It’s true I have many souls depending on me. I can’t be there for them, frankly, if I’m not here! 

In fact, the inspiration for today’s poem literally fell from the sky while I was walking my dog. It’s not often the turkeys in these woods take flight, but when they do it is a sight to see! Even better is the fact that I was left with a beautiful souvenir. 

So yes! I am grateful for the lessons of the past week or so where I could barely stay awake while trying to do the very thing that feeds my soul. Writing. I took time for myself this evening. It was and is a good day…a very good day. Sweet dreams are sure to follow! 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Turkeys in flight weren’t the only things glimmering this evening!


Todays poetry form: the Biolet

It is a six line poem, and like the triolet, the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme of the biolet is ABbaBA (with the capital  letters representing the repeated lines). The length of the lines, can vary, and be either metered or unmetered with 8, 10 or 12 syllables per line. 


yesterday 207

the morning after too much

its insanity
death bit the apple again
‘cause monsters have rights
to wield guns of war
to assault and rape children
to disappear others…
deals with the devil
by the vilest of the beasts
buys them clemency
or seats at the top
no justice, no peace…victims
pay with innocence
a selfish nation
loses its soul drip by drip
on blood stained pages
history repeats
as ignorant blind fools sleep
soundly, unaware

~kat

I ran out of day once again yesterday. I having a hard time managing the steady crushing pace of work, caretaking, and housekeeping that keeps me engaged mindlessly dawn to night fall. Even the pleasant hours of dusk escape me, robbing me of moments to sit, to rest, to write. There is too much to do in this world that is becoming too much to bear. So here I am. It’s tomorrow with an unfinished poem…two lines, maybe three was all I could manage before sleep overtook me. 

There was another mass shooting…this time in New York…more thoughts and prayers of course. There is a monster who preyed on children who is trading secrets for a pardon from our president, who may consider granting it to protect his rich friends (including many suspect himself), who feasted at her table, and to make their ugly story go away. No mention. No justice for the victims. Tariff deals are being penned under the guise of making our country rich, where the fine print clearly states this will be fulfilled by emptying the pockets of we the people as prices rise exponentially. People are continuing to disappear. And children are starving. It’s insanity. On a bright note, at least I recognize that it is!

As promised to you and to myself, I managed the capture some glimmers along the way…yesterday. And so I share them here with you. To hopefully give us something good and lovely to dwell on. I’ll BRB with today’s Day 108!


Poetry Form: a string of haiku style poems.


day 206 Sunday’s ReVerse

Sunday ReVerse ~ 27 July 2025

a baby’s soft breath
an angel to give us hope…
eventually you’ll find you can’t believe a word they say
when the world turns dark
in the best and the worst of times
life is now
we grow complacent
listen to yourself
the greatest revolution
stars, for there were many
offer us a choice
(we) need bliss
consider your story
just because
future plagiarists repeat

~kat

Last week started with joy! A new life born. My great-granddaughter joined our growing clan to the waiting arms of a family that will love her, nurture her and celebrate her. This against a backdrop of a world in turmoil. Clearly the darkest remnants of our collective history repeating itself in a horrible, frightening way. Because I had a front row seat to the extremes of wonderful joyous news and what has become a daily assault on our humanity, it go me to thinking. As I reflected on this week’s ReVerse I wondered…

You know the saying ‘history repeats itself’? What if, because that is true we shifted our focus not on the worst of humanity…the dark history of our past, but on the triumphs, the astounding successes of this modern age, our capacity to love, show compassion and kindness? Couldn’t it, wouldn’t it be lovely if our focus shifted things and ushered in a repeating of that element of our history. The good, the heroic, the brave and triumphant stories also exist. While the doom news rarely considers it profitable to report on such things, there is nothing stopping us from retelling the inspiring stories in the hopes that they too might be repeated, and exponentially so. Just a thought. A glimmer of hope. May all of history repeat and may acts of kindness, compassion, fairness, justice and peace trump the stories our dark moments. 

Much love, peace and glimmers to you! 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


Today’s glimmer is a meme I happened upon after writing today’s post…a new word… melorism. It’s a thing! I love it when the universe sends these little glimmers of alignment to encourage me to carry on. 🥰

Photo credit @dailylogophiles

day 203

As proof that you can find glimmers ANYWHERE…I present to you my creative furball heaving feline, Frankie’s latest late night creations. I may be losing it! 🤣🤣🤣 But you gotta admit it helps to be a bit loony in times like this.

Feline Furball Gallery by Frankie

Big Bird on a Bonsai Tree ~circa 2025 artist: Frankie

The Thin Man ~circa 2025 artist: Frankie

I hope you are inspired and amused by these amazing works of wretching art.

eye of the beholder

when the world turns dark
glimmers of light may be found
in absurdity

much love, peace, and glimmers to you. May you find a way to create lemonade from life’s lemons…or in my case discover the artistic talent of a simple house cat with a weak stomach…May glimmers of light and humor happen to you when you least expect it and when you need it most!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨🐯🐯🐯


day 200 & 201

Been a little busy. At work…and this happened. My second great granddaughter made an early appearance. All are doing well and healthy. Life is good!

Much love, peace and glimmers to you!

~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨