moon flower . she only blooms at dusk tempting night sippers with her intoxicating sweet scent drawing moths from the lamplight’s glare, certain death for those who get too close fading at dawns light
~kat
Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 24 Prompt: Today, we challenge you to write your own poem that takes place at night, and describes something magical or strange that happens but that no one is awake (or around) to notice.
And a glimmer…added a fountain to our little pond in the bird garden…
there’s nothing new about the news today another war, another grift, more lies America the great’s on full display…
just live what’s left to live for, anyway ignore the fools, believe your lying eyes there’s nothing new about the news today
the bots will lure you in, just walk away turn off your phone, and get yourself outside America the great’s on full display…
take a walk, sink your bare feet in the clay turn your face toward the sun under blue skies there’s nothing new about the news today
use this moment, breathe for heaven’s sake listen to the breeze, hug a tree, get high America the great’s on full display…
you don’t owe anyone the time of day so when you’re overwhelmed, just step away there’s nothing new about the news today America the great’s on full display?
~kat
This afternoon’s glimmer…it’s the simplest of things that touch us the deepest…much love, peace, and glimmers to you! 🥰 ~kat
Poetry style: The villanelle consists of five tercets and a quatrain with line lengths of 8-10 syllables. The first and third lines of the first stanza become refrains that repeat throughout the poem. It looks like this:
and the gods created them dark, bald, and brooding, not exactly the life of the party, more like the cleanup crew, not averse to leftovers, picking bones clean, saving the planet from methane gas, one carcass of rotting flesh at a time, the gentlest of creatures who wouldn’t, couldn’t kill a fly, totally misunderstood, a six foot wing span that blocks the sun as it swoops overhead, darkening the sky, causing one to wonder if they might be descended from dragons, or demons…looming from the corner of the room watching, waiting, at the ready to clean the refuse left behind by privileged, out of touch souls who wouldn’t be caught dead doing what they do, ironically, their inevitable death is exactly what these dark angels are watching, waiting for… despise them at you own peril for they will have the last laugh, happily disemboweling you simply because it’s their job to clean up the world’s mess, and because the gods created them dark
~kat
Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 20 prompt: For today, try writing your own poem that uses an animal that shows up in myths and legends as a metaphor for some aspect of a contemporary person’s life. Include one spoken phrase.
Today’s Glimmer…my wife is determined to create a butterfly/bird garden for me…because she knows how much I love them. It’s going to be beautiful! It IS beautiful.
well that’s dandy . you dare to call me weed, useless, crushing me while foolishly trusting in daisies who would tell you lies to please you when it comes to love. you should have placed your trust in me for I can grant your heart’s desire a simple wish, no petals to pluck, just a whisper taking flight
~kat
Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Prompt: Today, pick a flower or two (or a whole bouquet, if you like) from this online edition of Kate Greenaway’s Language of Flowers. Now, write your own poem in which you muse on your selections’ names and meanings. If you’re so inclined, you could even do some outside research into your flowers, and incorporate facts that you learn into your work.
Today’s poem is in response to Mary Oliver’s question in the last two lines of her poem, “The Summer Day“.
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
just breathe
what a wink and a blink it is this life that we rush through as children, wishing we were grown as grown ups, longing for our youth we find ourselves at twilight wondering where the day has gone, but dwelling on what might have been robs the present precious moment, over in a flash…if I must, I’ll plan to pause, to savor every breath I’ve left because in the end, having breathed slow and deep, second to second is life…is more than enough
~kat
Random Glimmers today. So many wonderful moments! Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨
Bramlett Mountain now hid behind trees of green!The catawba tree……a doe, and her yearling fawn at sunset.A wooly bear aka the larval stage of a Giant Leopard Moth
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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