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day 258

powerless

no
crickets at dusk
just
a rattling dirge
generators, consuming silence
the sky
gray, clouds heavy with rain
would I, could I live
so simply
if the lights stayed out

~kat

We keep telling ourselves that we need to get a full house generator. Our neighbors all have them. It makes sense. The aging trees where we live are lovely and tall, but they do what they were created to do…bend with the wind. Unfortunately, sometimes the tree branches collide with the power lines. It happens several times a season, in fact. We have a few small generators that we keep charged up for essential things. But it’s not enough we have found, especially when the outage lasts for days.

Today was another one of those days. Rainy, and not too windy, but enough to disrupt my work day. Suddenly the power died. I was able to carry on with business using the battery on my laptop and my phone as a hot spot. But I didn’t quite have the bandwidth to finish the tasks on my list of to-dos for the day. As the sky darkened I found myself drifting toward sleep. Every time we have an outage I wonder, what would life be like if things were simpler? 

I’m old enough to remember when. And I do miss it sometimes as much as I love being able to connect with distant relatives and old and new friends thanks to technology. 

Just as I was settling into the slower pace creeping in as dusk slipped into night, the lights, and my house full of appliances and electronics buzzed back to life. I was almost disappointed. I rarely get to sleep in silence. As I type the heat pump is pushing cool air through the ceiling vents. It’s a noise I’ve gotten used to, but it is so rare…true silence…and my question to myself? Would I? Could I? I believe definitely I could and most certainly would thrive in a simpler setting. How nice it was for a few hours’ taste to imagine it!

Much Love, Peace, and Glimmers to you! 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

✨✨Some visitors stopped by. They show me every day how simple is done!✨✨


day 257 ~ day late…after sleeping on it…

memories

past
grievances haunt
me
like unwelcome guests
that I thought I’d buried long ago
stirring
raw emotions
and words left unsaid
it was time…
finally time to heal

~kat

Spend time reminiscing with family and it’s bound to stir up all manner of ghosts from the past. Some memories are wonderful, and some not so. Our heart and mind decides when it’s time to dig up long-buried grievances, and then we have a choice. Shove it back into the grave we sealed it in decades ago, or give it voice, let it air, once and for all address the thing that has been gnawing away pieces of your heart even if, especially if you didn’t remember or realize it was there. 

Well that happened. And it was okay. No longer buried to fester in my subconscious, the healing can begin. This is the beauty and fierce connection of family, of shared blood and DNA. When I say it has been a good visit with my sister it has been all this and more. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers of healing to you. 

~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

As for glimmers, I’ll leave you with this little guy…

Mr. Toad of the Bramlett Mountain Foothills, Messenger of Coming Rain and Emotional and Spiritual Communication…and Healing…fancy that!✨💚✨


day 256 ~a ReVerse Poem ~14 September 2025

day 256 ~a ReVerse Poem ~14 September 2025

a time to harvest…to let go
words are meaningless
take to the wind led by stars and ancient instinct
set the air afire with diversion
a legacy left to survivors
like a damned thief in the night

~kat

I said it in an earlier post…last week was rough for so many, for so many different reasons. When things are moving so fast it is disorienting. That seems to be the point. Leadership at various levels have failed us. We have failed ourselves by failing to hold them accountable. 

Once upon a time we aspired to be a government of, by, and for the people. Public service was a cherished, respectable calling. I pray every day that we will pass this current season’s challenge, and come out on the other side.  Our nation has weathered many challenges in its short history, and I trust we will make it through this time too. What a privilege it is to hold onto hope for everything we could be. 

Much love, peace and glimmers of hope to you. 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 255

endless dusk

when did the sounds of dusk
become noise, an excruciating
background din, a dot, dot, dot,
no exclamation point, not even
a period to bring some sort of
closure to the drama of days
that never end, rousing me
once again at 3 am as if the
wee hours could hold some
semblance of sanity, surrounded
by soft breathing and cat purrs
and the unsettling disquietness
of my brain trying to make sense
of the senseless…insomnia…
like a damned thief in the night
delights in the daytime exhaustion
it creates, no rest for the weary
as another dusk with no answers
creeps in, a symphony of crickets

~kat

My sister is here on an extended holiday, and it has been lovely, truly, to have her here. As we have for decades, we live on separate coasts, she on the western shore of the Pacific and me in the East in an Atlantic bordering state. Our worlds couldn’t be more different. And yet there is a comfort in having her so close; to connecting with the only person in the world who shares the experience of our formative years. It’s a gift that I have only recently come to appreciate.

She helped me feed the deer last evening, delighting in them as they emerge from the wood’s edge. It was wonderful experiencing what has become a daily commonplace thing through her eyes. But what most took me by surprise was her stunned amazement upon hearing the night sounds of the woods when we arrived home from the airport late at night. It’s a sound that I hardly notice. What a gift it has been to be reminded of how wonderful this place is. Home.

Today’s glimmer is a feeling and a wish that you too might have the opportunity to recognize and bring into focus once again the lovely blessings that surround you.

Silly me…I forgot how amazing the sound of crickets on a clear moonlit, starry night is, until I joined my sister’s astonished delight as I spent several magical moments with her in my driveway.

It’s been a rough week, but a sweet ending to it. Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 254

no cause for celebration

they got him
justice will be served
swift and cold
as the rush
to opposite camps
widens the chasm
that is breaking us
into us and them
good radicalism vs bad
the long arm of the law
applied only to non-loyalists
and our nation’s leader
fomenting hate
for non-cult members
on faux news…
they got him
for the senseless death
of yet another victim
in the growing number
of those who have become
martyrs to a culture
of unregulated militias
a legacy left to survivors
to sort out if they hope
to have a future
I used to hope
for the future
now I’m good
if I live to see
another day
that is enough
even if it’s not

~kat

I have been struggling this week. No one…no one should die an untimely death at the hands of an assassin with a gun. Not Charlie, not Fletcher and Harper, not Melissa and Mark and their beloved dog Gilbert, to name those recently added to the list of casualties from gun violence in this country. It is heartbreaking.

But what is even more disturbing is the way that these events are dividing us. There is an all or nothing test being applied in this most recent tragedy. People of all persuasions are being pressured to join the posthumous edification of this person, who in life wanted LGBTQ people executed, stated that people of color were inferior, that women should not be allowed to vote, or have autonomy over their own body, and most deplorable, that a few deaths a year from gun violence was a “fair deal” to ensure 2nd amendment rights for all people over the age of 18. No flags at half staff for children gunned down, no medals of freedom proposed for congress members who are not maga, who were gunned down in their homes. But for this guy, because he helped win DT an election, and was friends with JR and JD, we should all come together in unity to honor his life. I feel terrible for his family, his wife and young kids, but I can’t, I won’t feed the narrative that he was a great patriot and a hero. He was not.

So this where we are. Gone are the days when we could be civil with each other, listen, and debate, and even learn from each other. There is only one approved way to be and believe these days. And if you‘re not on board, you’re out, the enemy, evil…I’ll spare you all the descriptors.

If I am an enemy, then may I be opposed to hate, to cruelty, to misogyny, to racism, to dictatorships, to white supremacy, to monsters who prey on women and girls, to liars, grifters, and pro birthers who don’t give a damn for children once they are born. There is more, but I’m weary of this coup. And we’re it even a full year into this nightmare.

I started the year with the intention of sharing glimmers with you every day. While I was writing this…I was visited by a pair of deer…and a few hummingbirds too (though they were too fast for me to catch a snapshot)! Nature and life moments never fail me.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨