Tag Archives: Magnetic Poetry

another sunset

at dusk

the sun knows how
to leave a day
wild, in color, and fierce
bright tendrils of light
streaming through trees
only to be swallowed
by the night

~kat
and the lesson here is…go down fighting…never give up.

magnetic poetry

“There will be casualties”, he said. One casualty, soldier or civilian, is too many. Not that some leaders are not horrible and won’t be missed…but there is no shortage of horrible leaders these days…I am so sad for our world

Sometimes only magnetic words will do.

And glimmers. Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat

The moon…almost full, on a cool, clear night, almost spring. I almost believe that flowers will bloom again.


day 370 – night writing

Where can you reduce clutter in your life?

just doing my part…if I must be up at 3 am then I may as well add my voice to the revolution at hand…

Magnetic Poetry – The Poet’s Kit. My go to “glimmer” in the wee sleepless hours of the night.

Much love, peace, relief from the insanity of our troubled world, kindness, and glimmers…many many glimmers so you don’t lose your way in the darkness….

~kat

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day 337





blue velvet
sky
after many
days
of clouds, wind, and rain
heals the heart like nothing else in life
flowers,
people need poetry
and light to heal
remember…
darkness fades away

~kat

Blue skies after days of gray is such a wonderful glimmer!

Much love, peace, and glimmers…and sunshine to you.

~kat

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day 319

wild flowers

there rose up a murmur
deep and dark, a secret
grown cold too long from
the sweetest of blossoms
who never bloomed…it is
a soulless world watches
them wither, refusing to listen

~kat
(Magnetic Poetry - Nature Kit)

Decades…decades of silent suffering. It’s time to listen to the voices of grown children, robbed of their innocence by monsters still lurking in broad daylight. No amount of redaction can shield them from the power of truth.

It has taken me a bit of time to speak of this horror evolving before our eyes. My heart breaks for the women…for children they never were.

They are not gods who rape and pillage innocence for pleasure. They are demons. May we finally see them for what they are and hold them all accountable for the atrocities they have inflicted.

Much love, peace, and glimmers my friends. Pulled this one from the archives to help us remember what flowers do best when allowed to thrive….

~kat ✨✨✨💚🌼💚✨✨✨