day’s fading
.
but
the final word
falls
to the setting sun
with a reminder assuring us
that dawn
is promised, sure as dusk
time now to settle in
to dream dreams
to rest my spent soul
~kat
More glimmers of light to keep me through the night. light is not always bright and blinding. Sometimes it is muted, in varying shades. Sometimes it sparkles. Sometimes it is a flickering glint. But always it draws us to its warmth.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of light to you.
~kat
✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
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
deep freeze thaw
rustling thickets
wild wanderers outing
the world at dawn
~kat
A magnetic poetry haiku - nature kit online.
Eighteen days of glimmers…so far…which just goes to show you…even on the most dreadful of days it is possible to find glimmers amidst triggers of angst. Glimmers give one pause, a moment to breathe, to regain a smidgen of sanity, a brief detour from chaos, respite for the soul.
I view this time as training for the calamitous, unfolding, unknowable known ahead, because in fact we’ve been here before…but this time promises to be exponentially more out of control. We’re going to need every glimmer we can muster to survive the coming years and to thrive clear-headed with determination to be love, light, empathy, truth-bearers, and defenders of freedom, liberty, and hope. I’m pressing myself to find glimmers every day and to share them here with you. 365 days of glimmers? I’m determined to ferret out the light in the darkness and cling to hope for us all.
A side note as we embark on this journey…I have noticed that a good many glimmers have been from nature thus far. I have pondered this and want to explore what I realized even more. Anyone who has ever happened upon a dilapidated shed in the middle of nowhere swallowed by vines, tree saplings and moss, or a sidewalk mangled, cracked, and rendered impassable by a the roots of a tree, or even layers of cracking asphalt with flowers sprouting from the loam beneath, knows that nature knows how to reclaim what is hers. She can be our model and guide. She has much wisdom to share if we’re paying attention!
And so with that charge in mind…Peace and glimmers to you!
~kat
More glimmers from last night into this morning…the natives on Bramlett Mountain are restless! 🥰✨✨✨
matin
i rise
to sun dappled treetops
to emerald eyes
to soft rhythmic purrs
to coffee-infused air
to cool sheets
to softness
to light
to love
what a miracle it is
to be granted another sunrise
to feel my lungs swell, to sigh
to know that i am clothed
in this moment, grounded
in its sweetness, charged
to greet this messy world
in the afterglow of glory…
may i be a blessing then
as i have been so richly blessed
i rise
to a new day
like every day before
and every day yet to come
if the fates are willing
to sun dappled treetops
to emerald eyes
to soft rhythmic purrs
to coffee-infused air
to cool sheets
to softness
to light
to love
~kat
The streets in my town are unseasonably dark this year. Have you noticed it where you live? While there are a few pockets of twinkling lights dotting the neighborhood, most homes are dark. If I didn’t have a calendar I wouldn’t even know it’s Christmas.
We are all weary I think. Weary of bad news. Weary of lies. Weary of unchecked corruption. Weary of the growing divide between the haves and have-nots. Weary of not being heard. Weary of the darkness. We are so so weary.
So, it’s not a surprise that this year’s holiday season seems a lot more subdued and dispirited than years past. Our hearts are just not into it, all the flash and pomp and gaiety, but I don’t think that this is necessarily a bad thing.
Only empty cups can be filled. Rock bottoms make the best foundations.We need darkness to see the light. Half full or half empty means you have a glass to wonder about. Okay, okay, I’m stop with the clichés. But can you see what I’m getting at?
If you are struggling this year to find the light be encouraged my friends. The days are getting longer! Light is staging a grand coup! We are witness to the magnificent resilience and regeneration of Nature at her finest and reminded to surrender briefly to the dark. It cannot exist without the music and shimmer of the dawn. And love, well love’s dawning is the greatest gift of all this season of hopelessness and want. Remember seasons past and hold the truth of their steady cycling from light to dark to light again in your heart. It knows the way to the light. It knows.
Peace, love and light to you and yours.
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 24 December 2017
it is only a moment
flickering light dancing
raining down on us
silence the voices
the seething of consciousness
the souls who linger here whisper
I know what you’re going to say,
blessed peace, love and light
as he wields his crayon
dawn to dusk
I long only for the poetry
a moment’s sweet wish
~kat
A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.
like mercury colliding... 