the shoe fit it was a whirlwind engagement the wedding of the century (we’re talking partridges in pear trees and lords a leaping here) and the honeymoon…well poor Cindy… didn’t take long for her to discover her prince had a nasty foot fetish happily ever after? like the American dream may she rest in pieces ✨✨✨✨ where am I? who am I? what…? wouldn’t you like to know follow the yellow brick road they said when the stocks go low it’s time to buy It’s exactly as we planned I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore ✨✨✨✨ Mary’s little lamb was fleeced by old McDonald while Humpty Dumpty took a fall from the tallest wall in the history of walls bye bye miss America France wants their statue back it’s raining helicopters and jets can my cat give me the bird flu we’ll see what happens in two weeks that’s the $64,000 question we already know the answer history on repeat…no royalties
~kat
~ NaGloPoWriMo 12 April 2025 Prompt: Try writing a poem that makes reference to one or more myths, legends, or other well-known stories, that features wordplay (including rhyme), mixes formal and informal language, and contains multiple sections that play with a theme. Try also to incorporate at least one abstract concept – for example, desire or sorrow or pride or whimsy.
hello darkness my old friend just when we think we’ve seen it all like a candle in the wind
another blow, the nightmare never ends as criminals plan their next cabal hello darkness my old friend
I can’t bear to watch, the bitter end democracy on life support will fall like a candle in the wind
we’re spiraling on a downward trend the people cry but no one hears their call hello darkness my old friend
we told the truth, our differences to mend they called us traitors from behind their wal like a candle in the wind
there is no middle ground on which to stand our leaders on a binge have gone awol hello darkness my old friend like a candle in the wind
-kat
NaGloPoWriMo 11April 2025 Prompt: take a look at Kyle Dargan’s “Diaspora: A Narcolepsy Hymn.” This poem is a loose villanelle that uses song lyrics as its repeating lines (loose because it doesn’t rhyme). Your challenge is, like Dargan, to write a poem that incorporates song lyrics – ideally, incorporating them as opposing phrases or refrains.
Today’s glimmer…bluejays at the crow feeder. Bluejays can be obnoxious creatures. What started as a feeding tray for my crow friends has quickly become host to dozens of blue jays. I have been putting out more peanuts specifically for the crows mid-day when the jays are off doing whatever it is they do.
There are people who act like these jays. They are obnoxious and will push for their own interest above others, even if it means encroaching on someone else’s portion. And then there are those who wait, coming in at the back of the line after everyone else has had their fill. They may even find that their favorite dishes are empty by the time they come to fill their plate. And it’s perfectly fine with them. Potlucks are not about the food, they are about community, and gratefulness for having one’s needs met.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of gratefulness to you,
the woods are silent, gentle grace …fading deer-folk scattered and displaced, fading.
hunters encroached this sacred space death himself leaned in, posthaste…fading.
they did not come at dusk to graze the lovely doe with young erased…fading
bullet blasts had pierced the dusky haze under cloak of night the fields were razed …fading
take time to grieve kat, these darks days it’s a lot to take in, hate on display…fading
~kat
It all came crashing in today…did I tell you about the roadside roundup we saw on the main road near my home? There were two police cars, lights strobing as 4 officers surround a young man with light brown skin, wearing a baseball cap…my first thought…is it happening here now?
Then last night someone nearby was shooting a rifle, each round unsettling the peace, and all I could think about were the beautiful deer who graze on my property. “I hope they’re okay,” I thought.
Tonight was especially quiet, the turkeys made their usual trek up the hill toward the woods, but the deer who always pass through around the same time were nowhere to be seen. My heart sank. Did they succumb to that late night shooter…or did they just disburse into the mountains, frightened by the sound and of gunfire. I’m hoping the latter and that in a day or two I’ll see them again.
And then it hit me. I need to grieve. At first the firings and the deportations, the shuttering of institutions, etc., etc., etc., were a distant news event that disturbed and concerned me but had not yet touched me personally. This week we all felt the sting of a president gone dictator as we each became marks for his wave of destruction and cruelty.
I need to grieve every loss before the weight of it all breaks me. I still hope the deer return for a pass through from the far off hills. I hope that those who have been cruelly fired are able to find work, I hope those wrongly incarcerated or deported will be returned home. I grieve for them all, and for the broken global alliances that have been shattered by the heavy hand of a single man with an insatiable ego. I need to grieve what we’ve lost so far. I still grieve for the children separated cruelly from their parents during 45’s first term. I grieve for all the children. They don’t deserve the trash heap we’re leaving to them. So much to grieve that I’ve been holding inside trying to be strong.
That’s my glimmer for today. Stop holding your breath, waiting for the next horrible thing. The left shoe has dropped… breathe…let go the fear…the pain, as you exhale…now grieve and breathe again.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨💚✨
A Ghazal for today’s NaGloPoWriMo 8 April 2025 prompt: try writing your own ghazal that takes the form of a love song – however you want to define that. Observe the conventions of the repeated word, including your own name (or a reference to yourself) and having the stanzas present independent thoughts along a single theme – a meditation, not a story.
I’m far too transparent, an open book, having perfected the subtle art of giving shade, the smirk and the eye roll I don’t need pennies for my thoughts… to begin with, my thoughts are worth much more than pennies, but you will know what I’m thinking without me having to say a word I could never be a statue
I’ve known a statue or two that have made quite a statement but statue-speak is set in stone it’s rather boring, no matter how earth shattering, except for that first impression of course that’s basically all you get I’m telling you, I could never be a statue I have a voice; I refuse to be silenced
there are things more important than artistic perfection and cold features chiseled from stone or cast in copper things like kindness, compassion, intelligence, empathy, a conscience and love…there is that too I could never be a statue… I will never agree to be seen and not heard
~kat
NaGloPoWriMo 7 April 2025 Prompt: Today, we challenge you to write a similar kind of self-portrait poem, in which you explain why you are not a particular piece of art (a symphony, a figurine, a ballet, a sonnet), use at least one outlandish comparison, and a strange (and maybe not actually real) fact.
And here’s your glimmer: the bunnies are back! And the hummingbird is hanging out!
a splash of summer mocking fresh with “flavored as” sick sweet imposter
~kat
I will spare you the commentary I had started to write about what’s happening in the world. Suffice to say, it’s feeling less and less safe everywhere these days…unless you’ve been living under a rock or digesting too much Fox, you know.
I promised myself when this year started, I would look for glimmers everyday to keep me grounded.
Without further delay, please join me in welcoming our first returning hummingbird back from his long journey from Central America. He’s a handsome dude. And I admit his arrival was a surprise! He started to tweet loudly from the feeder stand outside my window until he got my attention, and then proceeded to glare at me. You see, I was planning to put feeders out this weekend. My bad! He was clearly not happy that I had not prepared for his return with the fanfare he deserves! Namely a smorgasbord of sweet water dispensers.
I stopped what I was doing…working on a spreadsheet…I needed a break anyway…to get feeders out. I hoped he would forgive my error and not move on to another feeder somewhere. He made me sweat for two days. That’ll teach me! And then this morning there he was. Hanging out on the perch, leisurely taking sips of nectar.
Thank you universe for today’s glimmer and reminder that we need to take care of one another.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you.
~kat✨✨💚✨✨
NaGloPoWriMo 6 April 2025 prompt: Today’s prompt (optional, as always) veers slightly away from our ekphrastic theme. To get started, pick a number between 1 and 10. Got your number? Okay! Now scroll down until you come to a chart. Find the row with your number. Then, write a poem describing the taste of the item in Column A, using the words that appear in that row in Column B and C. For bonus points, give your poem the title of the word that appears in Column A for your row, but don’t use that word in the poem itself. I chose line 7…Watermelon…Splash…Mocking. Click on the link above to see more.
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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