today’s WordPress prompt: Write about a random act of kindness you did for someone …
well, I could tell you but then I’d have to kill you defeats the purpose… random acts, you see, are best done and kept anonymous
-kat
Another day of not taking myself or anything too seriously. And enjoying a 20 degree drop in temperatures. Even a full day of rain can’t get me down. Today’s featured glimmers are the local hummingbirds. Three of them have been jousting nonstop outside the window at the feeders. I have enjoyed listening to their chirps while I work. Clearly they approve of the cooler temperatures as well.
Regarding today’s poem, a tanka, i happened to notice today’s prompt question on WordPress. As I explained in my poem…I prefer to keep the random acts of kindness that I do anonymous. Having also been on the receiving end there is a certain magic in realizing someone thought enough about you to do something kind for you. Just thinking about it makes me smile.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. May you find an opportunity to act kindly toward someone today…even if that someone is you!
thoughts on the most horrible, awful, terrifyingly sad day of a crumbling nation
silence is best when there are no words when nothing one says will change what is done when voices of reason now quelled; go unheard silence is best when there are no words when lies beget lies; when truth feels absurd compassionate acts touch hard hearts one by one silence is best when there are no words when nothing one says will change what is done
~kat a triolet poem is an 8 line poem that follows the following rhyme and repeated line sequence:
A (first line) B (second line) a (rhymes with first line) A (repeat first line) a (rhymes with first line) b (rhymes with second line) A (repeat first line) B (repeat second line)
another irrelevant holiday
If our forefathers saw us now, this Nation they held dear Do you think that they’d be Proud of what we have become? Every word that they declared Now silenced with a sneer Delivering hate for all to see Enriching greed with none to spare Now the people live in fear Can democracy be restored? Each of us is called to stand, to show the world we care
Don’t expect a celebration on this day from me As the powerful destroy what’s right and good for us, our progeny You know it’s true this faux Independence Day
~kat An Acrostic Poem is a poem where the first letter of each line spells out a word, name, or phrase, often related to the poem's subject
Another twofer. With, of course some glimmers to soften the blow of the last few days. We are halfway through a year of glimmers. Obviously I have shared some repeat glimmerers. You probably know I have some favorites.
Some favorite Glimmers from the archive:
I’m sorry…I just didn’t have it in me to write what I was feeling yesterday. I needed to sleep on it. I needed to see another beautiful sunrise to assure me that life can only be lived in moments now as many of us wait for that oppressive, heavy left shoe to drop. For some of us it will come sooner than others. But none of us are immune from the hate and cruelty of the current government. I woke this morning to light! Just the glimmer I needed to get me out of bed, when in truth I’d be just as happy to stay here for the weekend, pull the covers over my head and hide…but that’s not healthy…I know. Thank you Sun for being the constant I so need in my life right now.
And thank you Nature for holding me close under a lush canopy of green. Thank you cool morning breeze that is fragrantly sweet from newly cut grass, thank you wild creatures…the deer, the squirrels, the turkeys, the songbirds, the crows, and thank you my domestic critters, Gabby, Matilda, Frankie, Schrödinger, Mr Bean and the fishes, for loving me unconditionally and for giving me a reason to get up each day. Thank you as well to you dear readers, for stopping by and letting me know you see me. And to my family and friends, for choosing to share this life with me.
I have so much to be grateful for..so many reasons to light a fire in me to continue this little act of rebellion here. I will not be silenced. I will write from my heart what is true…and I will always, always, always choose love, and kindness.
it takes some effort, you know, to hate simple kindness is easy, it flows the potential is there, it’s not too late it takes some effort, you know, to hate try being nice for a change, I’ll wait one kind act begets others, they grow it takes some effort, you know, to hate simple kindness is easy, it flows
~kat
I couldn’t watch the drama today as republican politicians harassed holdouts to toe the line and vote yes for trumps big ugly bill. With Independence Day and fireworks only a few days away they need a big win tied with a patriotic red, white, and blue bow. But I think the most disgusting thing that they have done throughout this horrible saga is repeatedly boasting that all the glory goes to god for bringing them this far. And bragging about their piety and prayerfulness and spending time in the capitol chapel on their knees…please spare us!
I don’t know who or what god they’re referring to, but the god I learned about in parochial school and have come to know in my later years would not endorse what they are selling.
She would not be okay with stealing from the poor to line the pockets of the rich. She would not turn away the immigrant and those seeking refuge from poverty or corrupt oppressive governments. She would not deny equality or diversity. In fact my mother, Nature, loves diversity. She provides for her children. Would never think to deny them food, or education, or opportunity. She would most certainly not demand authority over her daughters’ human rights or tell them that men should be the deciders for everything they do. She would not deny them or the children or the elderly healthcare or strip anyone of dignity. And I’m sure her heart is breaking for the innocents ripped from their families and left to rot in detention cells, or worse. And for her special children who dare to be themselves, just as they were created to be.
If these so called Christians can do such vile things to other human beings then I want no part of their god or their religion. If only I believed in hell. I’d wish them well on their way down. Maybe they will see the light one day. One can hope.
Thank you for reading if you’ve made it this far. For letting me rant. Today’s glimmer is a tiny mourning dove perched in the trees in the photo above. Their soft coos comfort me.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you…until we meet again tomorrow.
~kat✨✨💚💚✨✨
Poetry form:
triolet
A (first line) B (second line) a (rhymes with first line) A (repeat first line) a (rhymes with first line) b (rhymes with second line) A (repeat first line) B (repeat second line)
sleep comes easy for the heartless who’ve sold their souls to hate to those who relish cruelty while hoarding privilege, wealth, and treasure while the night hums with the prayers of souls, woke, who cling to hope for the dawn
evil under cloak of night…
the lawless are positively giddy in the dark halls of power as they pull the plug on a dying nation’s life support people die everyday…they’ll get over it…we won
and yet…on a final glimmering note:
i watched a squirrel atop a birdfeeder sending bits of seed to the waiting mouths of landfeeders: deer, turkeys, mourning doves even the smallest of creatures are capable of kindness
Even when I find myself exhausted from the troubling direction that the leaders of our country are taking us, the natural world draws me in to give me the assurance that everything is not lost. There is still order on the world. Night and day, the seasons, new life blooming and birthing all around me…and random fascinating acts of kindness from the smallest (my squirrel friend tossing seeds to those waiting below) to the tallest…the trees providing haven and shade on hot summer days. There is balance and a sort of routine to the natural ecosystem. Even nature’s predators are not being hateful when collecting their prey. It is survival…it is the cycle of life.
Humans, given our big brains, could learn a thing or two from the world around us. I try to focus on the things nature is trying to teach me, especially when the humans around me are acting badly. It’s tempting to retaliate, to have the upper hand, to win at all costs and then gloat over my rightness. I’m not always successful. Sometimes I get downright mad!
But at the end of the day those types of victories don’t fill me with happiness or contentment. Acts of kindness, a smile toward a stranger who receives it and smiles back, helping someone without them needing to ask, forgiving those who trample over me in word or action and hoping they might eventually figure out why they’re so angry that they have to hurt others. Hoping they find peace one day…maybe through kindness I can be a light. Those things give me peace…and a purpose, especially in times like this, when it’s easy to feel hopeless.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you…remember to be kind, let that light of yours shine. ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨
~kat
Poetry form: Sijo
A sijo is a traditional Korean poetic form, characterized by its three-line structure. Each line typically contains 14-16 syllables, resulting in a total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem. The first line is introduces a theme or situation, the second line develops it, and the third line introduces a twist or unexpected turn, providing the poem’s conclusion.
her dark, wind-swept days celebrate love and the dead and rodent shadows mistress of calendars, quadrennial day shifter, she conspires with the sun to reset time while the earth spins an extra day on its lopsided axle and winter leaps into spring under the snow moon
~kat
I had a friend in school who was born on the 29th of February. I felt sad for him because his birthday only came around once every four years. Oh, it was no big deal they said. They still celebrated their birthday on the 28th of the month or into March on the 1st.
But I do remember he was an odd kid. I wondered at the time if his unusual birth day was the reason for his weirdness. The fact that I remember him these 50+ years later; that I remember that he had a weird birthday shows the impression it had on me. Over the years I’ve met a few other February 29th people. They seemed weird too. Or maybe I was just conditioned to think that because of my initial encounter.
How impressionable we are when we are young. And I wonder, how will the undertone of hate and exclusion in the world today affect our kids years from now. It’s all the more reason to be kind and to counter hate with love and compassion. Even on those days when it seems like there is nothing we can do…we can be kind. I’m convinced that is our secret weapon during these troubled times.
much love, peace, kindness and glimmers to you.
~kat
and a glimmer today….I discovered a new bloom on my Christmas Cactus. Enjoy!
“untidy, reckless, deviant” That’s a list from a poem by Aiyana Masla. The full line goes like this: “the tangle / of white wild flowers / in the bright field / untidy, reckless, deviant / in their courage & in their beauty,/ their happiness a holiness, /visceral & redemptive.” Masla’s poem is titled “June,” and it’s positively gorgeous. For today’s draft, let’s start with a month as our title and write a poem that encapsulates observations and feelings about that month. / Recommended reading: In addition to Masla’s poem, check out these Poems for Every Month of the Year
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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