nocturne
when
the night sky grows
dark
the earth comes to life
the constellation of stars above and flitting fireflies below
twinkle bright
peepers peep and screech owls shriek
the rain-swelled creek percolates
who can sleep?
I spend hours wide awake
~kat
peace, love, and night glimmers to you.
nothing changed today
.
here
in my little world
routine
happened, on schedule, no surprises
it’s easy to ignore the rest of the world
the news
when my day progressed as planned
should I really be concerned
today was fine
I’m fine, everything is fine
~kat
There’s an old fable about a boiling frog. If you put a frog in a pot of boiling water, it will jump out. But if you put a frog in a pot of cold water, and slowly turn up the heat the frog will stay in the pot until it boils to death.
I spend most of my days trying to live in the present. When the end of the day comes, if I am still safe, free to walk outside, to go shopping, free of communicable disease, still married, and not actively being targeted by some militia, I consider that to be a good day. Granted, some days are more challenging than others…with the usual stuff…but that’s life. I’m accustomed to overcoming obstacles.
But when I take in a bit of news, I wonder, should I be doing something. And if I should, what should I do when the powers that be seem to be barreling nonstop toward an end that doesn’t look good for me and many others. Should I be worried? Already thousands of my neighbors in this country have felt the sting of their bite. By living in the present, inside my safe bubble, am I just denying the inevitable. Will someone close to me, or will I be next to fall victim to their unjust sweep in the name of making their world great again? Am I a frog in a pot of slowly boiling water?
Just thinking out loud. I had to sleep on this one. My days are bleeding into one another. But I’m still here, paying attention, looking for glimmers. A group of doe with their yearlings came by last evening…there was peace on my little hill for a moment…for several moments…for now…✨💚✨
Much Love, peace and glimmers to you…
~kat
mother of exiles
.
she
has faced many trials
here
in the land of opportunity
once upon a time she stood as a beacon
until now
as a malevolent wave sweeps across
a broken nation under siege
shuttering the gates
liberty mourns for her children
~kat
A day away from the news and so much happened… just one day. It’s insane. But even if I do write my angst in poetry, I would be remiss if I brushed off the fabulous show from this morning. The turkeys are very restless. It’s spring after all! A couple of Toms it seems finally have an entourage of lovely Jennies. They are being coy and hard to get but they are keeping company with the gents now. It’s just a matter of time before nature takes it’s course and sets the stage for a brood of young chicks. Life goes on, doesn’t it? Life always finds a way.
And so as bleak as the news may be this day, I am reminded by my Turkey friends that life is a gift.
Peace, Love, and Glimmers to you!
~kat
Poem inspiration: pi = 3.1415926535 – the words of each line correspond to the number sequence of pi.
where there is smoke
.
fire
is most certainly raging
somewhere
there is no denying it
we see the smoke billowing, blotting out the sky
here…there
random houses set afire, leaving nothing…
those who fan the flames
do not care
that people are still inside
~kat
Catching up today …I took a social media news break yesterday. Not that I was completely off the hook. My day job provided all the stress I could handle, or not handle. I keep telling myself I am getting too old to deal with office politics and greedy boards and shareholders whose demands trickle down through our micromanaging bosses to us…the worker bees who barely get a chance to taste our own honey.
The prospect of losing my hard earned benefits to pay the wealthy few a bonus for re-electing their great leader makes me all the more weary.
On a positive note, I managed to speak up for myself and set some boundaries. It took a lot for me to stand up for myself. I tend to acquiesce. So there is that. A little victory to celebrate. A glimmer if you will. Enough of a spark to keep me going forward.
Peace, Love, and Glitters,
~kat
Another Pi-inspired poem. This time based on the number of words for each line correlated to the number sequence: pi = 3.1415926535
It’s Pi day and you know what that means! I get to write a poem based on the pi number sequence. You can do that a number of ways…by correlating the numbers in the sequence by syllables or by the number of words per line. It can be as short or long as you like. Typically I use the first whole number of the sequence (3) for the title line.
pi = 3.1415926535 8979323846 as the inspiration for today’s poem
Peace, love, and glimmers to you! I promise, there’s a glimmer at the end of today’s poem! March On!
~kat
we forgot
.
when
it first started,
when
they crashed the party…
we laughed then, but it’s not funny now
funny
if only we had known,
paid more attention
to the signs…
it might have saved us
how blissfully ignorant
of us to assume benevolence
from a vile, psychopathic,
felonious, predatory cheat
who never
cared for
anyone
not even those who kiss his ring
it’s not over
we decide how this ends
~kat
like mercury colliding... 