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day 20 … a tiny glimmer

Not gonna lie. Today is going to be a dark day for many of us. Sometimes we find glimmers deep inside. It’s worth guarding. To all keepers of the embers of hope, love, peace, justice…we are one. Hold onto the light so that others may find their way out of this present darkness. Peace, love and glimmers to you.

And in the words of a great man whose life we commemorate today…

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”

~Martin Luther King, Jr.

frozen over

I was there
the day hell
froze over
when demons raided
our hallowed halls
to crown their king
laughing
in the face
of liberty
her torch
extinguished
by the tears
of our mothers
as decades
were blotted out
by a sharpie scribble
when the halls of justice
usurped by profiteers
sold their souls
and ours
to the highest bidder
filling their pockets
with coins of bit
someday
if my children’s
children’s, children
should wonder
please tell them
I was there that day
face bitter to the wind
guarding the embers
of faith, hope, and love
in my soul
in my dna
that they might
one day
find a spark
in their heart
to lead them back
to the light

~kat - 20 January 2025

Day 12 – glimmer and grace

deer at the bird feeders

how lovely, these three
deer friends happened by, their grace,
prompting me to breathe
we coexist peacefully
sisters from different mothers

~kat

Day 3…KISS

KISS

it was an ordinary day
nothing special, but it was good
I wouldn’t change it if I could
I kept it simple you might say
nothing special, but it was good
it was an ordinary day

~kat
(Keep It Simple Stupid)

Sometimes a glimmer is realizing you don’t need an over the top, amazingly, magnificent, spectacular kind of day to feel alive. You just have to be…alive…and remember to breathe. 💚


Poetry Form: The Biolet

The biolet was invented by the Brazilian poet Filinto de Almeida and first appeared in print in his book Lyrica in 1887. It is a six line poem where the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme is ABbaBA (with the capital letters representing the repeated lines). Most of Almeida’s original biolets in Portuguese were in iambic tetrameter (8 syllables), but you could also try iambic pentameter (10 syllables), iambic hexameter (12 syllables), and unmetered lines of random lengths as well.


Day Two


she never was 

behind these insulated walls
I’ve everything I need, and all
manner of life’s pleasantries
words spinning into poetry
books to read, trees for shade
an office where I work for pay
running water, air and heat
pillows, a soft place to sleep
the perfect view of dawn and dusk
I needn’t leave, but if I must
I make my ventures short and sweet
to gather mostly food to eat
the great pandemic sent me home
to work remotely on my own
this eremition’s grown on me
when time slips and I cease to be
will anyone remember me
no matter, i am quite content
to simply be, it’s time well spent
behind these insulated walls
I’ve everything I need, and all

~kat

Today’s “glimmer” is the joy of learning a new word and applying it in verse! 

Eremition (eh-ruh-MIH-shun)
(n.) The act of gradually fading from the lives of others, not out of malice but a desire for solitude or renewal.

Example: Over the years, his eremition went unnoticed, until one day he was simply gone.

I saw this word in my social media feed. A new word to me. What a thrill it was to happen upon it. I found resonance with its meaning. Since migrating from a brick and mortar cubicle to work from home during the pandemic, I have enjoyed the solitary aspect of working remotely. I don’t miss the petty office politics, the gossip, the backbiting, the time sucking commute. I’m more productive. Truly. Who knew that making a living could actually support having a life?

musings on a gray dawn day

musings on a gray dawn day

no glistening streams of golden rays
today the dawn is draped in gray
the ground is damp and smells of musk
of fading leaves and hickory husks
but I’m not blue because you see
weather has no power o’er me
and facts are facts, the sun did rise
just as the new moon blots the sky
no matter what each day may bring
i can be sure of one true thing
as morning comes to break the night
no one or thing can dim my light
it never lasts, the dark and gray
and so I rise to seize the day
each moment, opportunity
to be the best that I can be

~kat