moonlit dawn ~ kat 2025a trio of turkeys at the bird feeders … more cactus blooms ~kat 2025A trio of glimmers to start my day….
Meanwhile…the world…and I digress…
no bliss
oh to be blissfully unaware simply concerned about the price of eggs of a promise made delayed day one come and gone blame it on the guy before ignore the elephant in the room too soon? or too late to participate in this experiment called democracy as hell freezes over and the world burns when will we learn history repeats itself history repeats itself
~kat
and a deep breath…
thank goodness for glimmers…
Peace, Love, and Glimmers to you…repeat glimmers as needed!
I don’t exist only for you I’m also here to live for me it’s time that i accept the truth
I’ve wasted almost all my youth by serving other people’s needs I don’t exist only for you
with the time I have left I’ll do the things that make my soul feel free it’s time that i accept the truth
I’ve dreams that need attending to places to go and things to see I don’t exist only for you
it’s hard to do but I’ll push through becoming who I’m meant to be I don’t exist only for you it’s time that i accept the truth
~kat
Easier said than done. Being the oldest daughter, caring for my sister and dad over the years of my mother’s illnesses and hospitalizations, being homeless, surviving amidst my family’s disfunction, I suppose I was hardwired at a young age to put my needs last if at all. I know how to survive, how to make things happen for those around me, but not for myself. I am in awe of people who go after and live their dreams. But the older I get the more I realize it’s not selfish…it’s okay…it’s more than okay to put my needs first. To set boundaries. To treat myself the way I have treated those around me all my life. It’s a tall task. It feels weird and unnatural. But I am determined to give myself permission to dream a little dream of what could be. Wish me luck. 👍
Peace and self-loving glimmers to you! You are worthy of every good thing. Yes you!
~kat
Villanelle
When you’ve got an obsession or another intense fixation, write about it in a villanelle. The villanelle is a poetic form that originated in France, initially as a variation of pastoral poetry. Villanelles are specifically about obsessions and follow a strict form:
winter’s fading melting away under the sun winter’s fading remnants of snow veiled in shading linger, though the shift has begun the days grow warm, spring’s soon to come winter’s fading
~kat
These days when it feels like there is never enough time (hence, this late daily posting), there is also the acknowledgement that time brings change, welcome change in the passing of one season to the next. Those in between seasons are my favorites. Autumn when the cooling temperatures bring a refreshing relief to the heat of summer and spring when the frigid cold of winters warms and a new cycle of life begins. There is hope in the in between. Dare I say “a glimmer”?!
Peace, love and warm glimmers to you!
~kat
Today we try our hand at the Rondelet. (You know I love a good refrain!). Here are the bones of a rondelet poem:
7 lines
Lines 1, 3, and 7 are refrains
Refrain lines are 4 syllables long, other lines are 8 syllables
I’ve spent the evening wrestling with senseless words…too many words…tonight’s simple haiku will have to do. At the very least I have managed to be present. That’s something. That’s a pretty big something.
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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