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Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 30

muse

Annoying! You know I’m busy…now is not the time! The presentation, that we just found out about THIS MORNING, is due by COB today…TODAY! And there are eight people in five different time zones that need to get their slides to me to complete the task, make it look presentable for tomorrow’s 9 am ET meeting…by COB!!! And I’m already SOL…COB came and went…it’s tomorrow already in Shanghai! But it’ll be okay…that guy never sleeps…I need coffee!

You need jasmine tea my dear…a twist 
of lemon or a dash of clover honey, or both…
or your favorite, Sir Earl with a dollop of sweet cream…

What I NEED is for YOU to be quiet!!! Go find yourself a dark corner and brood. Do that tortured thing you do…disappear and torment me when I need you! Where was I? Coffee…send the template to the team, remind them that I need their slide BEFORE COB…so in other words NOW…sorry Barcelona…

You’re missing it…

WHAT? WHAT NOW!?!!!

the dawn…golden streams
of light, dew-kissed leaves
fluttering, a soft breeze transforming 
them into amber and emeralds,
the trill of robins fading as wrens,
thrushes, and sparrows pick up
the chorus, the jays and crows
bellowing, doves cooing…
you’re missing it…

WHAT I’M MISSING IS MY DEADLINE IF I DON’T GET ON WITH IT!!! I’ve seen decades of dawns…three slides done, five to go, the usual dawdlers…it’s going to be a long night…

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two more loaded, edited for typos, formats polished, table of contents and the appendix updated…

and another slide…go team! we might just make that deadline!…wait…what? cancelled?! It’s 4 pm! “Someone” decided the ask was unreasonable given the complexity of the project…the meeting is moving to next week?!!! I need a break!!! I’m going to call it a day…a wasted day at that…uh hello? It’s almost sunset…

hellooooo? 

okay…I get it…I’m sorry…

…really sorry… exhausted…

I

need

sleep

What? …Who? …Oh, it’s you…ARE YOU SERIOUS!!! It’s 3 am!

I love the quiet at night, don’t you?
I forgive you my darling.
Now, about that sunset I missed…
tell me about it, won’t you?
I want to know every magnificent detail…

~kat


And that’s a wrap…30 poems in 30 days. Today’s final Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 30 Prompt: try writing your own poem that discusses a real or mythical being or profession (demons, firefighters, demonic firefighters) with the same sort of musing yet dispassionate tone.


And today’s glimmer is my loyal shadow Gabby…always over my shoulder, next to me, or underfoot. I cherish every day the fates allow me to have her company.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


letters

letters

dearest muse
you’ve been so silent
fill my head with sweet nothings
to pour on the page
~kat

dearest kat
you’ve been too busy
there is no room in your head
the page, left wanting
~muse

Still playing catch up. Today’s letters give a clue as to why! For NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 11 Prompt: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a two-part poem, in the form of an exchange of letters. The first stanza (or part) should be in the form of a letter that you write either to yourself or to a famous fictional or historical person. The second part should be the letter you receive in response. These can be as short or long as you like, in the form of prose poems, or with line breaks – and of course, the subject matter of the letters is totally up to you.

the muse

the muse

she is like a penny, face up, begging
to be lifted from the asphalt, treasure
promised if I dare give her a moment’s
thought, a hint of blush dusts her cheeks,
eyes, dark, translucent blue, cerulean really,
that pierce my soul, first glance, drawing
me deeper… she likes shadowy places,
nooks, crannies, pre-dawn and gloaming,
alcoves and hollows, her scent is musk, with
undertones of moss, earth and ink waiting for the
quill’s long, lingering dip, pale skin like velvet,
cool to the touch, covered in baby fine hair that
glistens in the light, her hair, fiery red, long,
wavy, cascading softly past her shoulders…
she is not the life of the party, but her words,
softly spoken, draw select clusters of seekers, like
me, who have grown to appreciate her wisdom
and honesty…fools vex  her…she has been known
to slay them with a single line, but mostly
she ignores them, pearls and swine, you know,
for those of us who are privileged to call
her friend, to see the world through her
eyes is like peeking through a forbidden
keyhole, Valhalla waiting on the other side

~kat

For MindLoveMiserysMenagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt – To write about my muse as if she had been given corporeal form and could interact with the outside world. 


Saturday with the Muse


would that flowers
lingered longer,
never fading…
but then we’d
miss the magic
of seeing them
bloom


the music ended
still, they danced
a song in their hearts


garden, honey drunk,
rain misting…a sea
of petals, purple,
rose red, pink
summer symphony

~kat

Magnetic Poetry Online


Blame the Muse

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“Use what talents you possess…The woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those who sung best.” Henry Van Dyke

poets weave
twenty-six letters
into thoughts
impressions
words to inspire, to move
and then blame the muse

~kat

A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt inspired by the Henry Van Dyke quote and collage above.