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day 376

First Ballet Lesson.
rights of passage

she
doesn’t know the world’s
burning
everything is pink
her innocence intact, fiercely protected by her loving parents
all parents
hope as much for their children
it’s why they come here
promised by Liberty
that the pursuit of happiness
could be theirs too, once upon a time
when tutus, bunny-eared hats, and Spider-Man backpacks
were protected rights of passage for all

~kat

5-year-old Liam Conejo Ramos was abducted by ICE from his school in Minnesota. He was used as bait to lure his father outside where he was taken into custody. Liam and his father are now at a Texas ICE facility. His father had applied for asylum at the border, and has no criminal record according to their immigration attorney. He was doing all the right things like immigrants from centuries past have done to become a citizen.


Today’s poem is a tale of two young children. One, my great granddaughter at her first ballet lesson. The other, young Liam, whose only crime is the color of his skin and his country of origin. Both of these angels are glimmers. Both deserving of love, compassion, happiness, opportunity, safety, and respect. I pray everyday for the children. For every single one.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat

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day 375

I know I’ve been away for a few days. I needed to take a break. My heart in broken for our nation. And I wonder, how can anyone still support the horrible leaders of this country. What scares me most is that people still do…
____________________

drowning in gaslight

I cannot look away, my senses assaulted
by murders captured on cell phones
blasted as evidence to the world,
targeted death by hate and retribution,
forced to witness souls released
from battered, tear-gassed bodies…

“don’t believe your eyes”, they say,
“we’re here to save you from terrorists”

from babies and five-year olds
in blue bunny-ear hats
and Spider-Man backpacks
harboring fathers legally here,
granted asylum, baby boys used as bait,
for abduction to oblivion

in case you didn’t know, they now say
terrorists are poets, gentle mothers,
beloved partners, kind souls who sparkle…

terrorists are helpers, icu nurses serving
veterans, who exercise rights once
considered established by our forefathers
whose last act on earth was kindness
helping a woman, pushed down and tear-gassed
then ripped from aiding her, and shot dead

I do not feel safer
with these so-called terrorists eliminated, nor from the disappearing of
children, of innocent neighbors
singled out because of who someone
perceives them to be…

no one is safe
when evil rewrites and repeats history

we are drowning in gaslight, teargas
and blood…and we must not look away

let us call out the true terrorists by name
reclaiming the inheritance of the meek
in kindness, compassion, love, and truth

please stay safe my friends…believe your eyes

~kat


365 days of glimmers

It was a daunting challenge. Find glimmers and write about it for 365 days. There were a few days missed to the business of life, but I pressed on. My goal 365 posts, even if it dipped into the new year. Which it did. And then last week as I was nearing the end of the challenge, I realized that I would be finishing today…1/11 which falls in 2026…”1” numerically speaking…and it just so happens that my birthdate adds up to the master number of 11. There are a lot of 11’s in this scenario…and trust me when I tell you I did not plan this! But needless to say 11 has always been a special number to me.

What a serendipitous denouement to a glittering year…one that tested our hearts, souls, patience and resolve in ways we never imagined. But here we are. Armed with the assurance that we made it. May we continue to press on with kindness, compassion, and truth.

I thought it would be appropriate to end this year in a ReVerse taking a line from each month from one of the poems that got the most “likes” for that month. In essence I am letting you all help me write the last ReVerse poem of this past year…

365 days of glimmers

vengeance in the wind
touches my heart and soul deeply
days feel longer
deceived, a blink, a nod, and evil wins
the quiet murmur
will not deny that we exist
there is a whisper of light
piercing through the stained glass
a time to harvest…to let go
strong, full of life,
in the light of the sun
to dream dreams

~kat

We did it together! Made it through a crazy year and lived to tell. I love how this ReVerse started with trepidation but ended on a high note! Thank you my friends for helping me craft the perfect look back over the past 365 days. 😊

Much love, peace, kindness, and glimmers to you. So many glimmers. May the coming year be one of serendipitous moments and continued glimmers to keep you!

~kat

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And a look back at some of the year’s glimmers…


day 362 ~ daily prompt

What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?

Mr. Bean, age 24 years, hates getting photographed. He ruffles his feathers and hides when I pull out my phone. Smart boy!

long in tooth
.
gray
thinning hair, smile
lines,
soft belly, pale skin
the mirror tells a morbid story
one foot
in the grave, clock ticking
but my soul knows no age
she twinkles
from my clear blue eyes
that girl with big dreams, still reaching,
taking up space like she owns the place…
she’s earned it, every inch

~kat
(poem inspired by pi sequence syllable count: 3.1415926535897)

I tried to take a break from the news today. It has gone from bad to worse. And it never stops! I am outraged by recent events as the truth breaks through the lies. I plan to stay the course. To use my voice. And on that note, I caught a few seconds of Gabby singing the song of her tribe. In this world of liars, be a Gabby, pure, fearless, and brave as only a tiny little pint of a dog can be.

Much love, peace, kindness, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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Gabby…Call of the Wild (with Mr. Bean egging her on in the background!)

One more glimmer…you know you need it! Tonight’s beautiful, beautiful sky. As I gaze at the stars I imagine you, dear reader, looking at those same stars. Here’s looking at YOU! 💚😊💚


day 361


it’s not safe
.
but
fight the urge to
hide…
that is what they want
to terrify us into silence
please don’t
stop fighting for the truth
there is such a thing
even if
they say truth is dead

~kat

It would be so easy to hide away in my house in the foothills. The world has become a scary place. But I am sure that is exactly what DT and his minions want….to terrify us in order to silence us all into submission.

As tempting as it is, I know that I need to resist the urge to hide from the world. This world needs each one of us to shine the light of kindness, compassion, and truth. We need each other now more than ever.

Fear is what got us here. We can do better. Never forget.

~kat


(Another Pi sequence inspired poem using the following syllable count: 3.1415926535)