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glimmer day 109 ~ NaGloPoWriMo 2025

the word on the streets deep in maga-land

it’s not as bad as you say it is
don’t overreact, it’s embarrassing
no one I personally know has been fired,
disappeared, or deported, and that new guy rfk, jr. confirms what I’ve been
telling you all along…it’s the vaccines
and our food that is making us sick…
measles? they’ll go away soon. there’s
this brilliant doctor, yeah I know…
who has the measles, but he said
he is fine after a little fever, so it’s not
that bad, anyhow, he’s working on it…
don’t talk to me about brain worms
that is fake news…where do I get
my news you ask? from several sources
I do my homework, and I also know
someone who knows someone personally
who is in congress. the jobs are coming
back, factories are already being built,
even the wall, finally, stuff is getting done,
the tariffs are working, and doge? well,
it’s about time our country is being run
like a business. Rights? Freedom? Choice?
more fake news…I know eggs are still
expensive, but that’s because the other guy killed off all the chickens…I guess he
never heard of flock impunity, we are
so much better off in just a few short
months…the world is watching, and
our great nation has everyone begging
to make a deal, just like our president
promised…so…stop your whining, you
lost and we won fair and square, like
you said, elections have consequences

(And this is why I don’t speak to red hats anymore-these are actual quotes…
alarmed? that was so yesterday. I’ve moved on to full-on f-ing freak out.)


~kat

I promised you daily glimmers and glimmers you shall have! My gentle woodland friends stopped by to cheer me, and hopefully you as well. 

much love, peace and glimmers to you! 

~kat


NaGloPoWriMo 20 April 2025 Prompt from good universe next door: Don’t be alarmed

Write a poem where you are unbothered by something scary or dangerous. / Recommended reading: “Acclimated” by Sarah Carleton


glimmer day 107 ~ NaGloPoWriMo 2025 Day 18

the drawer…you know the one

it’s not junk
everything
is a necessity
that I might need one day
I promise you
I am not a hoarder
tape, loose change, keys
yes, I need those random keys
in case something is locked
and I need a key
flashlight…a must have
in a blackout or nighttime walks
paper clips, rubber bands
you don’t need them until you do
multi-head screwdriver because
chapstick, hand sanitizer, gorilla glue
pencils, pens and post-it notes too
yes, yes, yes I need it all sooner
or later or sometime or yesterday
I am not a hoarder…I’m not
and it’s not junk

~kat

Spring is most certainly coming. I was a bit worried as winter overstayed its welcome. The trees stayed winter-bare longer than usual and I wondered if the winds and storms of this past season had taken a toll. I shouldn’t have worried. Nature is a well practiced in the change of the seasons. And the trees? They’re finally showing signs of life…greening. As chaotic as the world is right now, I need normal more than ever. Our mother, Nature, knows how to nurture us. Today I am so grateful that I can count on that.

Much love, peace, and spring glimmers to you!

~kat


NaGloPoWriMo 2025 Day 18 Prompt from goodunivervenextdoor: Contents may settle during flight…Choose something from your purse or wallet, a desk drawer, a coat pocket, a coffee table, medicine cabinet, or something similar, then write a poem about what it holds. / Recommended reading: “I Wake up in the Underworld of My Own Dirty Purse” by Karyna McGlynn and “Inside My Lola’s Handbag” by Michelle Peñaloza


glimmer day 105~ NaGloPoWriMo 16 April 2025 off prompt

fake news

I stopped watching for a day
it was the best day, the sky was
blue, the sun was shining, so much
for those whining that the sky
Is falling, so I went malling and
grocery shopping…it was an unremarkably normal trip, plenty
of choices, shelves stocked
even toilet paper, the good brands,
and eggs, still a bargain when you
think about it…along the way
I saw kids playing ball, people
everywhere, smiling doing the
everyday everything’s that people do
wondering how what I had see on
the news only the day before
could possibly be true.
just one day away and my reality
shifted from doom to bliss, nothing
seemed amiss, they said it would
be like this…great, and it was,
for one odd day…and this my friends
is how it happens i believe, when
isolated days turn into weeks, the
signs grow dim, how easily we are
deceived, a blink, a nod, and evil wins

~kat

And a glimmer or two, no small things in my world. My pup Gabby had a nasty growth that turned out benign…breathe kat! And my partner finally, after 2-1/2 years of unrelenting CRPS pain met with a doctor who is willing to manage the pain. Take another breath, kat. I didn’t realize how the last several years of losing so many beloved pets (3 dogs and 3 cats, and even several fish – yes I count them too), and my plunge into becoming an overnight full time caregiver while working at a full time job had taken its toll on me. The me I was…I’m not sure I even remember her. I have stopped breathing so many times in the past several years…this week’s glimmers reminded me how starved for air I am. I definitely recommend it…breathing deeply that is. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


Today’s prompt, well yesterdays actually, comes from Good Universe Next Door. I’m just not feeling this year’s NaPoWriMo music art mashups. They feel a bit contrived. I tried and tried last night and finally had to give it a rest. catching up this morning…I do have it in me to meet the general poem a day challenge! I can do it!!! 😊

The prompt: Hold it up to the light
Write a poem that reframes something that plagues you. In the draft, offer yourself some grace and hope. Just try it on, even if you don’t quite believe it at first, and see where it takes you. / Recommended reading: “Instead of Depression” by Andrea Gibson. There’s so much tenderness in this poem.


NaGloPoWriMo 13 April 2025 ~ glimmer day 102

not normal 

they were out and about today, doing normal
the people, everywhere I looked, as if nothing
was unusual, as if no crisis was near,
disturbing, while everything spirals to nothing
stock markets crash, tariff wars rage, laws are ignored
the people are blissful, impending doom ignored

experts on the news are reeling, losing their minds
students of history sound the alarm…”not a drill”
they warn, “we’ve seen this before, it doesn’t end well!”
the plunder, the gaslighting, “drill baby drill”
masked vigilantes enacting their agenda
we the people, lost in the chaos, forgotten
it’s not normal how normal things seem, we’ve forgotten

the principles our ancestors fought to preserve
liberty, freedom, justice, just to name a few
opportunities afforded to everyone
the pursuit of happiness for all, not the few
as history’s rewritten and lies replace truth
will future generations ever know the truth

~kat

A wee bit late…moments past midnight. I had almost given up. The task seemed too great, after an exhausting working long weekend. As I settled in to rest, finally, the muse tapped me on the shoulder.  “We are writing tonight…” And here we are. Another poem in the books.

Glimmers…we had a few. A whirlwind visit from my three youngest grandchildren aged 8, 6, and 3…(ages added to validate the whirlwind comment 😉). All my grand children and great grandchildren are glimmers. They are my hope. I’m so sorry we’ve made such a mess of things for them.

Back to glimmers…focus kat…being wrapped in the hugs of tiny humans is definitely a glimmer that will hold me for days. And dandelions. There are dandelions too!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


NaGloPoWriMo 13 April 2025 prompt for the day (optional, as always). Donald Justice’s poem, “There is a gold light in certain old paintings,” plays with both art and music, and uses an interesting and (as far as I know) self-invented form. His six-line stanzas use lines of twelve syllables, and while they don’t use rhyme, they repeat end words. Specifically, the second and fourth line of each stanza repeat an end-word or syllable; he fifth and sixth lines also repeat their end-word or syllable. Today, we challenge you to write a poem that uses Justice’s invented form.


glimmer day 101 ~ NaGloPoWriMo 12 April  2025

…and they lived happily ever after

the shoe fit
it was a whirlwind engagement
the wedding of the century
(we’re talking partridges in pear trees and lords a leaping here)
and the honeymoon…well
poor Cindy…
didn’t take long
for her to discover
her prince
had a nasty foot fetish
happily ever after?
like the American dream
may she rest in pieces
✨✨✨✨
where am I? who am I? what…?
wouldn’t you like to know
follow the yellow brick road they said
when the stocks go low
it’s time to buy
It’s exactly as we planned
I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore
✨✨✨✨
Mary’s little lamb
was fleeced by old McDonald
while Humpty Dumpty took a fall
from the tallest wall in the history of walls
bye bye miss America
France wants their statue back
it’s raining helicopters and jets
can my cat give me the bird flu
we’ll see what happens
in two weeks
that’s the $64,000 question
we already know the answer
history on repeat…no royalties

~kat

~ NaGloPoWriMo 12 April  2025 Prompt: Try writing a poem that makes reference to one or more myths, legends, or other well-known stories, that features wordplay (including rhyme), mixes formal and informal language, and contains multiple sections that play with a theme. Try also to incorporate at least one abstract concept – for example, desire or sorrow or pride or whimsy.