More to come…had company over the weekend and a (surprise) birthday party yesterday with all my favorite people. And then yesterday morning, there was this little visitor….
More to come when the dust settles! Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨💚✨💚✨
Do you practice religion?
A religion is a structured system of beliefs, values, and practices concerning humanity's relationship to the spiritual, the supernatural, or a higher power. It typically provides a moral framework for living and answers questions about the purpose of life. ~AI
my religion
oh, to become one
with every subtle breeze
to gracefully sway
in step with bending trees
a cerulean
flickering canopy
shimmering, sun-kissed,
as an earthy sweetness
wafts from dewy peat
while some may believe
that faith is best practiced
behind rigid walls,
light filtered through stained glass
I beg to differ
for the north wind whispers
truth straight to my heart
and the warm, trembling loam
calls my wandering soul home
~kat
I have been on vacation, which means working morning to night doing some much needed late spring cleaning! Inside…outside…in between…everything is spiffy clean! 😅
I have been writing bits and pieces…and perhaps I shall finish a few of those un-uttered thoughts. But for now this question grabbed my attention yesterday and kept gnawing at me to finish it. So I paused my latest (and I admit, least favorite) task, folding laundry, to pour this piece out of my head and satisfy the muse for now.
Of course there have been glimmers this week…here are a few (a glimmer dump! 😊)
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
cut flowers
occasionally I give in
and ignore my aversion to
colorful bouquets of cut
flowers from the grocery
store, even though I know
that they will die an ugly
death on my dining room
table…in fact, I know they
are already dead, having been
plucked in their prime, mid-bloom
to entertain and inspire people
like me who don’t have time
enough to frolic in fragrant
wildflower fields, to lie down
in tall grass imagining the
clouds overhead to be great
whales, angel wings, bears, or
back-lit portals to the unknown,
or heaven, who knows? before
disappearing into mist and blue.
…
I trim the dry stem edges and
arrange each flower in a vase
filled with warm water and life
support crystals, admiring
my creation, how lifelike
they appear while deceiving
myself into believing that
they’re not already gone,
reminding me as they fall limp,
petals dropping silently on
the table, the water in the
vase turning sour, that it was
the illusion of life I had
hoped to capture…the truth is
just a rude reminder I will
die one day like those doomed
dead flowers…it’s been a long
time, I muse to myself, since
I frolicked amidst wildflowers
on a sunny afternoon…too long…
sometimes it feels like that
girl is already gone too
…
I hope it is not an ugly
death when it happens,
I could just silently fade away
but not before I plant my
feet at least once more
in cool soil in the middle
of a field of tall grass and
wildflowers, while shapeshifting
clouds float by overhead…”don’t
mind me”, I’ll tell passersby,
I’m just silly old woman
who buys cut flowers from
the grocery store for
the girl who loved them
~kat
Na|GloPoWriMo 2026~Day 29 Prompt: In your poem today, similarly compare your everyday present life with your past self, using specific details to conjure aspects of your past and present in the reader’s mind.
It’s been raining for two days. I am awash in vibrant deep green and slate gray skies…glimmers are even more needed now to fend off my tendency for SAD. Not even a sunset to bright my spirits this evening… 😢 I was beginning to think I might need to hunt through old photographs to find a glimmer…and then I saw a tiny dark shadow flutter outside my window. There on the new feeder I had purchased this year with a clear acrylic umbrella was a young hummingbird facing away from the sugar wells, taking in the rain, safe and under cover! It made me so happy! Proving to me once again that I don’t need to find glimmers…I just need to notice them. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
C-D-O (Compulsive Disorder Obsessive)
there is a right way
that is usually, generally best
aesthetically speaking…wish
you agreed, I may even suggest
for instance, how the toilet
paper on the spindle rolls
over the top, and down, of
course, as everybody knows
I think you do it wrong,
or not all, just being lazy,
or maybe it’s on purpose, ‘cause
you know, it makes me crazy
I like my world orderly, no shame,
in that you know, but I suspect
you don’t agree, at least I know
where everything is kept
next time you need the car
keys or your favorite baseball hat
don’t come running to me because
you know I know where everything is at
the pantry should be stocked, well
organized by categories, please
in tidy rows…and never store ritz
crackers near sweet peas
you act like it’s a bother saying,
“I give up, do it all yourself”
just an excuse, I’m very sure when
you know I could use some help
but don’t bother, I’ll just do it,
actually like it best that way
It saves me fixing all the stuff
in the wrong place, you put away
I know I can be difficult to
live with, I am sorry dear
tell me where’d you put that thing?
that’s right, you said YOU like it HERE!
~kat
(That’s right…it’s C-D-O, because O-C-D is out of alphabetic order! 😳🤪😜😝)
so many glimmers…today’s treasure, a few snapshots of our latest garden addition. Introducing the Freesia Plant.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
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Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 23 Prompt: Try your hand today at your own take on a villanelle, and have the poem end on a question.
nothing new under the sun
there’s nothing new about the news today
another war, another grift, more lies
America the great’s on full display…
just live what’s left to live for, anyway
ignore the fools, believe your lying eyes
there’s nothing new about the news today
the bots will lure you in, just walk away
turn off your phone, and get yourself outside
America the great’s on full display…
take a walk, sink your bare feet in the clay
turn your face toward the sun under blue skies
there’s nothing new about the news today
use this moment, breathe for heaven’s sake
listen to the breeze, hug a tree, get high
America the great’s on full display…
you don’t owe anyone the time of day
so when you’re overwhelmed, just step away
there’s nothing new about the news today
America the great’s on full display?
~kat
Poetry style: The villanelle consists of five tercets and a quatrain with line lengths of 8-10 syllables. The first and third lines of the first stanza become refrains that repeat throughout the poem. It looks like this:
A(1)
b
A(2)
a
b
A(1)
a
b
A(2)
a
b
A(1)
a
b
A(2)
a
b
A(1)
A(2)
like mercury colliding... 