I’m a terrible dancer you don’t need to remind me I suppose I’ll just sit here then hold up the wall and watch, as you cut a rug, show me how it’s done…I’ll just tap my toes under the table so I don’t embarrass you when we’re out in public, awkward me, with my two left, flat feet, stiff hips, and too-long, flailing, orangutan arms. you don’t need to remind me
I’m a terrible dancer the trees don’t seem to mind though when we start to sway in unison my golden locks, their lush, sage leaves tossed by a gentle, cool spring breeze the tall grass bending gracefully beneath my bare feet, caressing my skin as the loam hums, birds trill, the hills swell in harmony, bird and butterfly wing flutters sending whispers of breath past my ears… I lose myself like dandelion fluff twirling, twirling lightly on a dream the trees don’t seem to mind though I’m a terrible dancer
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 8 Prompt: use a simple phrase repeatedly, and then make statements that invert or contradict that phrase.
Always good for a glimmer…my dear sidekick Gabby. She is doing so well these days. On an herbal concoction from our holistic vet after our seed tick scare last month. The supplement aptly names I think…”Gracious Power”! You go Gabby Girl! ✨💚✨
Well, for today’s prompt challenge I started with this…
don’t you just hate it…
I can say without a second thought I have never hated anything your assumption sounds like lecturing I thought you knew me; well I guess not
but let’s go there since it seems you forgot it’s not in my nature to be such a thing I can say without a second thought I have never hated anything
I’m love, light and peace, hateful I’m not, spare me your know-it-all blustering I ha-, dislike it greatly, you think I could hate, well that hurts me a lot I can say without a second thought I have never hated anything
…but I have to come clean…there is one pesky thing, or who rather, that irks my ire!!!
living rent-free in the gray
my insular cortex cannot insulate me from that intrusive voice, those vile lies, you know who before long my putamen disrupts my deep sleep turns my prefrontal cortex gray matter to goo
to hate is not me, just don’t mention DJT what’s a peace, freedom-loving, old hippy to do my insular cortex cannot insulate me from that intrusive voice, those vile lies, you know who
I have loved, loved, and loved ‘til I’m blue can’t you see I am done playing nice, i am nobody’s fool this regime’s got to go or democracy’s doomed the cruel things he has done to us all makes me scream my insular cortex cannot insulate me from that intrusive voice, those vile lies, you know who 😡
and then there’s this…I am having way too much fun with today’s challenge… does that make me a bad person? Don’t answer that! 🤪😳🤣
inedible weed
I abhor it, you know loathe it, disdain it find it totally disgusting abominable, utterly repulsive it makes me sick ruins a perfectly good dish makes it utterly distasteful you know exactly that weed I am talking about… CILANTRO but to say I hate it? hate is not a strong enough four-letter expletive to describe something as nauseatingly repugnant as this so-called delicious green that leaves a lingering foul taste behind pass the guac, hold the… I can’t even say it without throwing up a little in my mouth
~kat
Na/GloWriPoMo 2026 Day 5 Prompt: write a poem in which you talk about disliking something – particularly something utterly innocuous, like clover. Be over the top! Be a bit silly and overdramatic.
Todays poetry form: the Rondel
A Rondel Poem consists of 13 -14 lines in 3 stanzas
Rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaA-B (uppercase letters are refrains)
Usually 8 syllables per line
Today’s Glimmer…Realizing that even when life is coming up dandelions, it is a wonderful, very good thing. The roses will flaunt their ruddy faces soon enough.
Much love, peace, glimmers, and dandelion wishes to you!
they want you to believe that there are worms aplenty for motivated early risers so we set our alarms for still dark o-clock splash our faces with cold water and down crushed coffee bean mud to join the robins who will tell you that you must break ground before dawn to win the race it’s all a lie you know… the worms have built an entire network underground unsettling the soil still… you will spend an entire lifetime early-birding it until just the promise of worms draws you under where the hint of fresh-plucked carrots dangles just out of reach as night-crawlers churn in your gut burrowing beneath your skin ending the ruse
Busy day of work ahead. Leaving you with a glimmer just the same…a snapshot of my sidekick Gabby. She was very sick several weeks ago. A nasty tick got her and we we thought we might lose her. But she is back, recovered, and stuck to me like Velcro. Every day is a gift. 😊
I don’t want to alarm you… or maybe I do…yes, definitely I do, while you were sleeping the world took a turn, a rather nasty one at that and you thought voting red…always red would lower the price of eggs and gasoline it’s true, those things are astonishingly affordable these days, I’ll concede, I have you to thank for that…perhaps but it’s a smokescreen, a wizardly curtain, a sleight of hand, if you will… a calculated plan to divert your attention… I take no pleasure in being the bearer of reality painful as it is to have to break your happy, sleepy, little bubble but it must be said, you can’t bury your head refusing to watch the world burn, the one your little eggs and gas vote set on fire, you did that (Though I’m sure your mother told you not to play with matches or magas…whatever, semantics…) because fire, when it is out of control eventually destroys everything…and everyone you should know, I could never forgive myself if I let you sleep through the end of all endings so yes consider yourself alarmed hate me, if you must for saying what needed saying and if by some miracle you want to know more I’m here, where I’ve always been, keeping watch, with my expandable, 50-foot, copper-laced for extra durability, pocket hose, the $29.95 special deal as seen on tv, (I discovered it while watching the news…) and strong coffee, because i know this is a lot, truly I do, but it’s time to wake up… WAKE UP NOW!!! if you’d like to talk… it’s never too late to do the right thing
~kat
This splash of green caught my eye from yards away, our driveway completely clear and dry from the ice and snow that held us captive for nearly two weeks. It’s my glimmer today. The sun is shining. The sky is blue. And this little sprig of pine reminded me that spring is coming soon. A few more warm days like this and the hardwood trees will start looking nubbly with leaf buds readying to pop when the time is right. It’s been a cold dark winter. I’m ready to welcome in the light!
Today’s Glimmer! As per my routine, the deer get a scattering of corn outside the fence…the birds get seed and peanuts inside the fence. This doe decided to partake of both! 😆 when I shushed her away she cleared the fence in one graceful, magnificent leap. Took my breath away, in a very good way ✨💚✨
lost in bread dough and glimmers
I catch myself feeling content, happy even, enjoying life, sunshine on my face, breathing sweet fresh air, and birdsong how can a five-year-old boy be a criminal…the worst of the worst? sometimes I lose myself in bread dough, kneading, shaping it into a perfect round mound, the sweet smell of warm yeast wafting they were just trying to help, domestic terrorists are not helpers how fortunate I am to do work I love, organizing, scheduling, creating, planning travel for others… what I wouldn’t give to travel…far from here they disappear them one by one, nameless bodies, to fill their quota I catch myself desperate to find glimmers bright spot in the everyday, clinging to them as if they are a lifeline…they are a lifeline have you noticed the world is on fire, there is smoke burning our eyes and lungs… I vacillate between light and dark, joy and immense sorrow, hope and despair, compassion and anger… anger mostly, and survivors guilt because the monsters haven’t knocked on my door…yet I bought a whistle on a lanyard the other day, my camera phone is charged and ready for glimmers…for monsters, for recording the history that they are trying to erase there is no making sense of the lies but there is truth we all see with our own eyes
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