they call her sir and him and he with her short hair it’s hard to tell her voice is deep, she’s butch as hell no trace of femininity with her short hair it’s hard to tell they call her sir and him and he
why should it matter anyway she’s female biologically but people judge by what they see assume the worst, shes trans or gay she’s female biologically why should it matter anyway
people fear what they don’t know choose sides, draw lines, lash out in hate a quest to make this country great those not like them will have to go refuse to learn, lash out in hate people fear what they don’t know
men o’pause
it starts with goosebumps then come the tingling flashes menopause is hot
paws of attraction
puppy breath intoxicating mind control
gone viral
doom scrolling a numbing pastime with recipes
word dump
I have thoughts things that should be said mums the word
~kat
much love, light, and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Today’s Glimmer? It’s a little thing…sweater weather is finally here! That is all. Stay warm. Be kind. ✨💚✨
I promise I got this one in under the wire (midnight), but I fell asleep. Long stressful day. I’m sure I needed the rest more than meeting my self-imposed deadline! At any rate here is yesterday’s poem written in Magnetic Poetry form (the Love Kit) online.
last dance
when the dance comes to an end and the music fades, please promise me you will be by my side, the two of us together in the quiet hours of the night remembering the light
~kat
Today’s glimmer actually just happened. My wife volunteers at a wildlife rescue nearby. She has spent a few months nurturing baby squirrels, who, for whatever reason, found themselves abandoned. She bottle fed them until they were big enough to move to an outdoor habitat to learn foraging skills. And today, five of those little angels graduated back into the wild right here on Bramlett mountain. Run free little ones, enjoy the hickory nuts from our trees. Welcome home!🥰
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.
the veil is growing thin whispers of ancestors haunt those who will listen, their sins on repeat
~kat
A Cinquain ~ syllable count: 2-4-6-8-2
I stayed away from the news over the course of the day. It was good. Got my work done. Fed the critters, chatted with several friends. Today’s glimmers are those conversations with present friends…and cautionary reminders from those passed. Nothing happens in a vacuum. But life goes on living…once upon an era to here and now…to me, with memories of when etched in my soul.
Tonight’s super harvest moon is the theme and glimmer of the day. I hope the clouds were few, giving you a glimpse of Luna’s full face.
Much love, peace and moon glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨🌝
harvest moon night
sky infused with light blue as the sun flushed moon beams behind a hedge of shedding trees and clouds, autumn in full color, tapestry of gold, crimson, brown, orange cool air, musky, sweet
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