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!
they’re watching listening for the rata-tat-tata-tat the garage door opening rata-tat-tata-tat where the human collects nuts and seeds to toss wide underneath the juniper trees
but not before tending to a murder of crows on their high tree perch watching and waiting she treats them first caw, caw…caw, caw, caw they croon at the sight “hey crows…hey crows” she crows back in delight her murder of crows, caw, caw…caw, caw, caw “hey crows…hey crows” grab the peanuts she lays at the alter of aandeg
round the corner they watch camouflaged by brush greening turkey toms mingle gobble gob gobble gob gob they’re gobblers of course and a doe, wide-eyed, graceful, patiently waits for sweet kernels of corn to nibble nosh nibble, while the sun dips to crimson and another day ends
~kat
Today’s challenge was an interesting one. It came together in pieces. A drip drip drip of thoughts and ideas that needed to be rounded up like scattered cats and crafted into something resembling poetry. That is what today’s creative process felt like. There are moments when I wonder if it will ever make it to the page…and then it happens. Today’s glimmer was that moment I added the last line and read the words again from top to bottom, adding my name for the finish. I really don’t understand how it happens. But it is amazing when it does!
Much Love, Peace, and Creative Glimmers to You!
~kat ✨✨💚✨✨
NaGloPoWriMo 5 April 2025 prompt: today’s (optional) prompt is inspired by musical notation, and particularly those little italicized –and often Italian – instructions you’ll find over the staves in sheet music, like con allegro or andante. First, pick a notation from the first column below. Then, pick a musical genre from the second column. Finally, pick at least one word from the third column. Now write a poem that takes inspiration from your musical genre and notation, and uses the word or words you picked from the third column. Click on the link to see all the choices. This poem was inspired by Tempo di murder, fugue, banquet
This is a photo taken of the morning sun using my iPhone camera. ~kat
beyond the frame
my room has frames of living art shades of green and blue and gold rain-splashed watercolored trees clustered leaves in pale chartreuse exposed patches of earthen clay rich in grubs, where turkeys play
each window of my country home reveals the splendor just outside i wake up to the sun at dawn and drift to sleep by moon at night my walls in general are bare paint on canvas can’t compare with nature’s perfect masterpiece where I am a one with all I see
~kat
I have stated before that when we moved to our little country home in the Blue Ridge foothills we decided to leave the windows undressed. It felt weird at first. I felt exposed, vulnerable even. But as I settled into this new experience after decades of shuttering myself off from the world outside; from the noise and nosy passersby, I realized what a gift it is to live so close to the natural world. I experience the seasons intimately as the landscape moves through spring, summer, autumn and winter. Wildlife passes by everyday, the birds, the deer, raccoons, squirrels and opossums. Storms rush in, shaking the roof, bending the trees and soaking the earth before fading to mist under an occasional rainbow. I wake to the rising sun and sleep under a starry moonlit sky. I didn’t realize when we moved how much I needed this place. It has saved me in so many ways and I am reminded that I am not separate from the world around me, but intrinsically a part of it. I left town and gained the world.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. Every day is a glimmer waiting to be discovered!
milquetoast | manifesto (a Cleave Poem ~ you know what to do*)
before I was me | when messy life happens I was a good girl | spiraling out of control the responsible one | a total nightmare the go-to helper | complete and utter chaos you could always depend on me | when everything you know to get things done | has gone to hell acquiescent, compliant | until there is nothing left I followed the rules | I will fight to the death when your way or the highway | to restore sanity and justice forced me to choose, I chose | to speak truth to power it is after all what we do | to defend what is precious when we are raised to be | a lover of freedom submissive, with a smile | out, loud, and proud I was invisible then | this is me now…deal with it!
~kat~
•..and in case you don’t, Cleave poems are read in three parts. Essentially it’s three poems in one, best when each column divided by one of these { | }, is read as a separate poem. Poem 1 – column 1; Poem 2 – column 2; and the the grand finale, lose the divider “|” and read the entire line across. If I’ve done my job here, each poem will stand on its own and the final read will bring both opposing thoughts together. If you would like to write one here’s my best tip. Start with one free verse. Set your divider at the end of each line and write a second free verse line by line in an opposing view. Then tweak a bit to make each line flow when read alone and as a complete line. Good luck. These are always excellent mind workouts when you’re looking for a challenge! 😊
A few thoughts today…
A well-meaning friend advised me the other day that they had started the process of deleting all manner of identifiers or references to progressive ideas, thoughts or beliefs from their social media and online footprint to make it harder to be found out when the subversive powers planning revenge and retribution seek us out (which they believe is coming next after they dismantle all safety nets and accountability for the common good). It felt a slight bit paranoid to me. They suggested, of course, that I do the same…just lay low, try to survive the next 4 years. Stay as much under the radar as possible…go back in the closet of course…and hope they let us live.
The truth is, I gently reminded my friend “they” already know us, and who we are, where we live, work and play, to the finest detail. Every thing we buy, or search for online, every place we go, now that cars and phones have GPS, every click we click. They know what size shoes we wear, how we take our coffee or tea, what we like to read and what we watch on TV. Try searching for a certain style of lamp shade anywhere, and you will be bombarded with lampshade advertisements for weeks…EVERYWHERE you connect with the world. It’s too late to bow out of this circus, I’m sorry to say.
And it got me thinking. Who am I? Who is any one of us if we can’t be who we are. Is free expression reserved only for a chosen few, and who gets to choose and how? Is it power? Is it money? Is there a devil doling out sweet deals for souls? And that thought right there stopped me as I was pondering all of this.
My soul is not for sale. Come what may, I can’t change who I am or who I am called to be, even for the safety that invisibility might afford me. I may lose the battle to be authentically real, truthful, kind and above all compassionate and loving. But I am in good, good company. We have power too. We are hope and light. As long as we stand together this world cannot fade to black. And it takes a bit more that a fierce bag of wind and bluster (even if the national weather service has been shut down so there is no warning that it’s coming) to extinguish our flame!
This past week we celebrated “March 4th or “Forth” if you will…as we headed into International Womens’ Day weekend, capping things off with daylight savings time with a reminder to “Spring Forward”! I’m sensing a theme here. Living in the moment has not served me well lately with so much chaos swirling about, but taking a moment to think about the world that could be, that we collectively could usher in, well, that gives me hope!
just imagine…
imagine a world where kindness is currency where justice is a birthright where peace is a state of being
imagine a world where creativity is encouraged where diversity is celebrated where leaders serve the people
imagine a world where nature is protected where all life is respected where wisdom is heeded
imagine a world where all work is valued where everyone is cared for where bellies are full
it may seems silly to dream of what could be but each person holds the key to making dreams a reality
imagine yourself offering kindness to a stranger standing up for a victim being empathetic, slow to anger
imagine yourself appreciating the beauty around you including the outsider in community stepping up to serve others
Imagine yourself leaving a small footprint giving up your seat to someone learning from mistakes and doing better
imagine yourself saying thank you checking in on a neighbor paying it forward to someone in need
it’s not so silly after all… if we can imagine it, we can do it we can be it
Peace, Love, and Glimmers of Dreams in the Making to You! ~kat
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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