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day 321 – a ReVerse Poem

A ReVerse Poem ~ 23 November 2025

a deep, slow breath in
when the end is clearly not clear
before fading into dust
it’s the dawn that rescues me
where the edge looms ever close
a glimpse of the heavens
morning walks through
the mist at dawn
just a glimmer
souls of trees laid bare and pure
the sweetest of blossoms
into a world turned gray

~kat

Things have been quite bizarre lately stateside.  Sometimes I envy my friends and neighbors across the border or across the pond. But it seems no matter where a body lives, there are leaders who don’t care about the people they serve but rather, care only about staying in power and reaping the benefits. It’s not like this generation of humans is experiencing an anomaly. Selfish, cruel leaders have been with us since time began. 

I have found that the only way to survive the wrath of horrible leaders and the current disturbing state of the world is to focus on what is most important. Fortunately the season is right on time. There are opportunities to share time with family and friends this time of year more than any other. Perfect! Because that is what is most important. The relationships we cherish. The world will eventually right the downward spiral we are currently experiencing. For now and until the end of 2025, I choose to cherish those who mean the most to me…and that includes myself. 

Take care my friends. Much love, peace and glimmers to you.

~kat

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day 319

wild flowers

there rose up a murmur
deep and dark, a secret
grown cold too long from
the sweetest of blossoms
who never bloomed…it is
a soulless world watches
them wither, refusing to listen

~kat
(Magnetic Poetry - Nature Kit)

Decades…decades of silent suffering. It’s time to listen to the voices of grown children, robbed of their innocence by monsters still lurking in broad daylight. No amount of redaction can shield them from the power of truth.

It has taken me a bit of time to speak of this horror evolving before our eyes. My heart breaks for the women…for children they never were.

They are not gods who rape and pillage innocence for pleasure. They are demons. May we finally see them for what they are and hold them all accountable for the atrocities they have inflicted.

Much love, peace, and glimmers my friends. Pulled this one from the archives to help us remember what flowers do best when allowed to thrive….

~kat ✨✨✨💚🌼💚✨✨✨


day 301

What does it mean to be a kid at heart?

that kid

you know her you know
she’s the one who reminds you
you’ve made it this far

~kat

she’s just a glimmer some days…


day 298 ~ A ReVerse Poem

A ReVerse Poem ~ 26 October 2025

roots of grass
in horror, the world sees our once great nation fall
I was so hoping
the pain, the cruelty, the hate…
it’s hard to tell, to imagine the peril we're in
there is no limit (to)
the price I’d pay to send away
a certain orange man with tiny hands,
never trust a fool

~kat

Gentle Sunday to you. I’d like to imagine that we’ve seen the worst of it. That things will get better, but I know that’s wishful thinking on my part. Already the landscape and landmarks that chronicled the centuries old history of this nation have been irrevocably destroyed, dumped onto the dustheap of failed governments. 

But we the people are still here. We’re not going away.  Compassion, peace, respect, kindness and liberty are worth fighting for. 

And finally…last week wasn’t a complete disaster. Just look at those glimmers!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! 

~kat

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A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it here as a review of the past week.


Day 297~ Daily Prompt

How much would you pay to go to the moon?

Mar-A-Luna 

You ask me this, as if you assume
I had the slightest desire…the moon?
To leave this beautiful, life-sustaining
place that I have known…i love my home
i think I’ll pass…but glad you asked
the price I’d pay to send away
a certain orange man with tiny hands,
his team of loyal hacks…now that
is worth considering, the lunar scape
suits this lot, cold as ice, core of rot
barren land paved with debris
two-faced, a dark side no one sees…
what wouldn’t I pay…it makes me giddy
to think of it, oh my! Would be a pity
to let this opportunity pass…you asked,
What would I pay? Let’s just say
anything and all to my last penny!

~kat

It’s been a rough week for democracy y’all. Well, let’s just say DT struck the final blow when he demolished the East Wing of the people’s house. We are not a democracy. There are no longer three separate branches of government. Congress has abdicated its responsibility, the Supreme Court majority is in lockstep with crowning the executive branch a dictatorship. The rule of law is dead. And the fourth estate has been silenced, cowed underground. SMH

So when I saw today’s daily prompt on WordPress I had to smile. It broke through the angst I had been feeling and gave me liberty to imagine an alternative reality to the current nightmare. I may have spent more time than is healthy crafting my poem and artwork for this one…but you know…desperate times do call for desperate measures to make sense of the obsurd.

So I started with my response to the prompt question…and then, once I allowed myself to muse at the possibility of freedom and liberty from our current state, i couldn’t help myself…I came up with my blueprint for Mar-a-Luna. Hey…a girl can dream.

It may not count as a proper glimmer but I do hope it relieves some of the tension of this current time, and makes you smile. I’ll try to share a proper glimmer once I head out into this beautiful world. But for now…

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨