asking for a friend
dear god,
I get it
I do…but
I was so hoping
the rapture was
a thing … … I waited
all day, but they are
STILL HERE!
~kat
Fun with Magnetic Poetry Online ~ The Poet Kit
The bucks wandered through the yard this morning. What a glimmer that was…and is!!!
Much love, peace, hope, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
no one sleeps
infused with light
whispers of ancestors
and we grow wise, midst a litany of if only’s and what if’s
in the quiet hours of the night
things that should be said
doom scrolling
mind control
it starts with goosebumps
people fear what they don’t know
it’s not in my head
peacemakers don’t deal in hate
hovering close by, never alone
light dancing with the wind
We have weathered several seasons together.
it’s voice, a soulful wailing sound
sometimes I wonder who rescued who
‘twas once a great nation, but it’s now under siege
~kat
It was long past time for me to assemble lines from the last several weeks of poems, and write a ReVerse. Just so you know…almost a year into DT rule and I am not over it. The huge mistake silly self-absorbed people made when they unleashed hell on earth by giving the orange king a second go at destroying the country…and sadly, affecting our world neighbors as well. I have one question for these lemmings. Are you tired of winning yet? Because the rest of us are exhausted. We ended the week with a glimmer though. 7 million people took to the streets to say enough. We want our country back. It was a day of glimmers seven million strong.
There were several glimmers over the past few weeks that sustained me through the ups and downs of life. And today was no different. The annual show of Autumn leaves will be a limited engagement this year. The turning came late. It was just on the edge of spectacular, when the winds came through stripping the tree limbs. They say it’s because of an extended dry spell this fall.
Nature mimicking world events. I do hope the momentum and energy doesn’t fizzle out like the leaves this autumn. I do sense a change in the air. I’m holding on to that glimmer…and breathing.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
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 review of the past several weeks.
She comes by every day. We have weathered several seasons together. I noticed early on that she had an injured hind leg. Her resilience and determination to live and survive are such an inspiration to me. While I do not make it a regular practice, I think I have the perfect name for this beautiful soul…meet Glimmer. What do you think?
Much love, peace, and Glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
young mothers
how I remember those long blurry days, the short sleep deprived nights
suburban crawls, toddlers in tow, strollers draped in crocheted lace
young mothers in passing, smiles and nods masking insecurities
if only we knew then that this time would fly by, children grow up
and we grow wise, midst a litany of if only’s and what if’s
to realize how perfectly flawed we were, wouldn’t change a thing
~kat
I don’t have a photographic glimmer to share with you today. This evening’s glimmering moment of zen happened on my evening walk with Gabby. Something caught her fancy and off she darted into the darkness, into the woods that edge our yard. She never does this, usually staying close by…doing her usual business and happily dancing around me once we’re safely back inside, expecting a little treat for being such a good girl!
Tonight I had to go after her, calling for her several times. She ignored me of course which only added to my angst. These woods are not all happy squirrels, butterflies and graceful deer. The predators wander about at night. Coyotes, brown bear, cougars, foxes, screech owls, hawks and other raptors, and snakes. The thought that she might have cornered a skunk…or taken a roll in fresh scat also crossed my mind. I called for her again and saw her white furry self heading toward me. None of my fears were realized, of course. All that concern and fear for nothing. But what if?
We were lucky that whatever she was chasing was not bold enough to turn around and chase her. Once I got her safely inside I stepped out on the porch to take a moment. It’s getting cooler. Just the right temperature and there was a lovely breeze. As you will hear…the wind chimes were singing as an occasional gust tickled its pipes.
From all this, a remembering poem was born. The form I used was a pair of Sijo* stanzas.
You can click on the soundbar below if you want a listen. Windchimes and Crickets on a Breezy Autumn Night!
Much love, peace and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
A sijo is a traditional Korean poetic form, characterized by its three-line structure. Each line typically contains 14-16 syllables, resulting in a total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem. The first line is introduces a theme or situation, the second line develops it, and the third line introduces a twist or unexpected turn, providing the poem’s conclusion.
encroaching
we downed
another tree
its life had departed
months ago, in winter…no burst
of green
just crows
perched on bare limbs
waiting for a swift wind
to topple it onto our house…
or us
~kat
This season of letting go has been a doozy. Last year’s harsh winter had taken its toll on several of the trees on our property. Unfortunately, some stand in close proximity to our cars and the house. I have seen a great oak with a root ball the size of a small car ripped from the ground. It was our neighbor’s tree. It took out the fence between our two houses as well as my lovely dogwood tree. Its broad foliage filled our entire back yard. The branches reached to the third story windows of our house, but not shingle was harmed. It felt like we were living on the top of a tree in a tree house until we were able to have it cleared away. After that experience I don’t take chances with spent trees.
There is a local fellow who shows up looking for work every so often. He came by again today. We had enough to pay for his service. With a handshake and a promise he and his assistant got to work taking down that long gone hickory tree in our front yard. Times are rough these days. The last time he came looking for jobs to do, he explained to me in broken English that he was hungry; needed work. This time he had on a t-shirt with his business name printed on it. Like before his work was excellent. And just as before he cleaned up all the debris…it was as if nothing had happened except, of course, for the tree…now just a huge stump where it once stood.
I paid him. Thanked him for doing such a fine job, and as he reached out his hand for a shake to thank me, he pulled me in for a hug against his sweaty sawdusted logo tshirt. It was a moment that I shall never forget. It was a moment of shared humanity. It reminded me how connected we all are. And how we need to do what we can to help each other. I believe I have a new friend. So that’s my glimmer for today. Here’s to friends who come into our lives when we least expect it.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
like mercury colliding... 