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
This afternoon’s glimmer…it’s the simplest of things that touch us the deepest…much love, peace, and glimmers to you! 🥰 ~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:
the entrails clustered on the lawn told a terrible tale, glossy gray, freshly gouged, some unsuspecting hare no doubt, perhaps a squirrel, had met its end, its body and its sinewed flesh swiftly whisked away
the birds that morn were hush and hid far from the gruesome scene, no happy chirps, no fluttering, the silence, it was deafening, memories of a victim’s final, terror-stricken screams, left fading in the wind
feeders filled with tasty millet, thistle, sunflower seeds were left swaying in the breeze, the winter hawk returned once more to snatch the sun baked guts, as if nothing horrid happened, slowly life resumed its hum
nature hides an underside, a dark reality, a cruel truth…survival to the fittest, or the fortunate, live long enough to procreate, purpose fulfilled, with nothing more to prove the cycle of life is ever on the move
the food chain churns, the world turns, we all succumb one day, a wise bird heeds the signs and sounds, a screeching hawk who blocks the sun, and knows it’s time to hide away, to see another day
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 18 Prompt: Today, we don’t challenge you to write all of a long, dramatic, narrative poem, but we invite you to try your hand at writing a poem that could be a section or piece of one. Include rhyme, include unlikely and dramatic scenes (maybe a poem about a bank robbery! Or an avalanche! Or Roman gladiators! Or an enormous ball held by mermaids, where there is an undercurrent (hee) of palace intrigue!) Basically, a poem with the plot of an opera (evil twins! Egyptian tombs! Star-crossed lovers! Tigers for no apparent reason!)
I chose to write today about the reality of nature. Having a front row seat these past few years has given me a deeper understanding of the magnificent, beautiful, and yes, fierceness of nature. This actually happened. I have learned I needn’t intervene or assist. Nature takes care of its own here in the woods. In town if i encountered something dead in my yard, or along the road, I wouldn’t hesitate to dispose of it if I could. But I am learning how efficient nature is. The cycle of life takes care of all manner of things…no cleanup on aisle three needed. There are magnificent creatures born for just such tasks. Even the trees when they fall become home to all forms of life before returning to the earth.
My glimmer today might be an unusual one, but it is the very hawk, the “villain” of the tale above, who is actually no villain at all. It is just a cog in the ever turning wheel that is the cycle of life. This particular hawk, a regular on our little acre here is magnificent! I hope you agree!
there are seasons of letting go friends and lovers will fade away we grow, and shed our childish ways let go our children when they’re grown
over the years I’ve learned, trees know when autumn comes you’ll be okay friends and lovers will fade away there are seasons of letting go
every heartache helps us grow opens our hearts to each new day leaves floating on a breeze display how to prepare for spring…trees know there are seasons of letting go
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 16 Prompt: Today, try writing a poem in which you describe something that cannot speak, and what it has taught or told you.
Today’s glimmer…a few succulents to restore empty flower pots to verdant glory. I thought these were unique when I happened upon them at the greenhouse center. When I looked them up and discovered their names they became even more delightful to me! Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
there is good reason i avoid, dodge that dreaded question, “where do you see yourself in five years” I’ve always known, deep in my bones, dreaming is futile
do you ever wonder about karma? were we so horrible, we two, in some distant past life to have reaped such a high toll in this one?
ignore me, I’m thinking out loud again. we should really think about…a ramp, and one of those remote control beds it might help you, help me, help both of us, get some sleep
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo Day 10 Prompt: Today, write your own meditation on grief. Try using (Geoffrey) Brock’s form as the “container” for your poem: a few short stanzas, with a middle section in which a question is repeated with different answers given.
Your Glimmer for today…look what I found on my morning walk with Gabby. Not sure where it came from or who it belongs to, but isn’t it lovely! Quite the work of art I’d say! And a confirmation that spring is in full swing!
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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