
NoGloPoWriMo April 2025~The ReVerse
mother of my mother
may the fates grant me a few more years
the pillars on the hill are toppling, tumbling to the ground
you ask what…and I ask why
i wake up to the sun at dawn
underneath the juniper trees
a splash of summer
I don’t need pennies for my thoughts…
death himself leaned in, posthaste…
this moment will be over soon
i hear it was here
cold and dreary…it’s grey
there is no middle ground on which to stand
it’s raining helicopters and jets
It’s exactly as we planned
may she rest in pieces
it’s not normal how normal things seem,
a day lost, never to be
recovered
they know where I live
I saw kids playing ball, people
I smiled intentionally
it’s not junk
if love were a tree
until the truth is impossible to know
it’s not as bad as you say it is
people who say they love us, choose them
we don’t miss what we don’t know
destroying democracy is not enough
celebrate love and the dead
what you see is what you get
instead, join me in the bliss
come to fetch me…
as our souls begin to spill out,
just in time to watch the sun rise…
~kat
Wow! What a grand poetry month is was! And what glimmers to boot! And here we are at the end 100 days of madness…1,361 days to go. It may as well be forever…it may just be forever. But for the glimmers, and community, and spring’s greening embracing us, the constancy of the seasons and kindness. There is kindness.
I will continue my 365 day journey of glimmers and poetry. These 30 days were a nice detour, forcing me to focus my usual random thoughts and musing to align with prompts. It’s been a good moth of words. May we always finds the words to say what needs to be said.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you…and speaking of…the blackberry bushes are blooming! Enjoy!










A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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 ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it here as a summary review of this year’s poetry month.













