eternity smiled helping me remember there is magic here
~kat
Another dazzling glimmer. Today, as our nation honored our democratic ideals and peacefully handed over the power of the presidency to a criminal, a felon, a despicable abuser of women, a liar, a grifter, an insurrectionist … several cardinals stopped by my feeders reminding me that my ancestors are always with me. Watching, guiding, inspiring me to reach higher, to carry on the legacy in my bones, to make them proud. Today’s glimmer is the most meaningful by far, redirecting my focus from those triggers of angst and dread to a moment of joy remembering who I am because of those who have gone before me. We’ve got this. Peace and glimmers to you!
it was an ordinary day nothing special, but it was good I wouldn’t change it if I could I kept it simple you might say nothing special, but it was good it was an ordinary day
~kat (Keep It Simple Stupid)
Sometimes a glimmer is realizing you don’t need an over the top, amazingly, magnificent, spectacular kind of day to feel alive. You just have to be…alive…and remember to breathe. 💚
Poetry Form: The Biolet
The biolet was invented by the Brazilian poet Filinto de Almeida and first appeared in print in his book Lyrica in 1887. It is a six line poem where the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme is ABbaBA (with the capital letters representing the repeated lines). Most of Almeida’s original biolets in Portuguese were in iambic tetrameter (8 syllables), but you could also try iambic pentameter (10 syllables), iambic hexameter (12 syllables), and unmetered lines of random lengths as well.
behind these insulated walls I’ve everything I need, and all manner of life’s pleasantries words spinning into poetry books to read, trees for shade an office where I work for pay running water, air and heat pillows, a soft place to sleep the perfect view of dawn and dusk I needn’t leave, but if I must I make my ventures short and sweet to gather mostly food to eat the great pandemic sent me home to work remotely on my own this eremition’s grown on me when time slips and I cease to be will anyone remember me no matter, i am quite content to simply be, it’s time well spent behind these insulated walls I’ve everything I need, and all
~kat
Today’s “glimmer” is the joy of learning a new word and applying it in verse!
Eremition (eh-ruh-MIH-shun) (n.) The act of gradually fading from the lives of others, not out of malice but a desire for solitude or renewal.
Example: Over the years, his eremition went unnoticed, until one day he was simply gone.
I saw this word in my social media feed. A new word to me. What a thrill it was to happen upon it. I found resonance with its meaning. Since migrating from a brick and mortar cubicle to work from home during the pandemic, I have enjoyed the solitary aspect of working remotely. I don’t miss the petty office politics, the gossip, the backbiting, the time sucking commute. I’m more productive. Truly. Who knew that making a living could actually support having a life?
she is ferocious devouring the night dazzling day star brilliant angel of morning old man time is but a ghost i wake to magic in the air a new year to embrace
The photo above is my first glimmer of 2025…it’s a big one. As I was resting in my room thinking about what I would write on day one of this new year, the morning sun breached my window frame…no longer just an outside view but it was as if it came through the top corner of the window…talk about a glimmer! But that’s not all. Of course I took a photo and if you look deeply at it…just above the ball of light there is a kind face staring down…the rays of light almost appearing like wings. You might think I am seeing things…or that I certainly have a vivid imagination and you might be right. But I am counting this sight as my first glimmer of the new year, and a sign that it’s going to be okay come what may. We are not alone.
May you be inundated with your own tiny glimmers as we navigate the coming year…together. Namasté 💚
1- when terrible truths rise up from the dead ancients who reside on veil’s cusp I felt it in the deepest part of my soul entranced, though certain death awaits happiness is this moment a sure antidote for the insanity Ordered a tea. Wish you were here.
2- when my time comes, I hope it’s quick centuries old, with eons of history so have a day, good, bad, don’t care what worked in winter is not a good look for spring we might have been friends, perhaps we were We saw it with our own two eyes and lived to tell. I think I’ve learned a bitter lesson
3- Wait until the time is perfect, a thought, we speak in code, begging to be touched, to feel it’s a worn out saying…no regrets sweet on the tongue with power to sting like birds to seed we will never forget that day is it gray or is it grey?
4- to know the truth; what is truth? you love deeply, so deeply what will be, will be, it’s all good, whatever… ask me anything stars bursting ‘midst a sea of green I’ve spent three days boiling driftwood, like a tidal wave, you flood my senses,
denouement- don’t smile, avoid eye contact, let them be! her entrance, well, it caused a stir
~kat
Happy May Day to you! Time to look back at the challenge that was, NaPoWriMo 2024, with a ReVerse poem!
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 as a review of the previous week…or in this case, the past month broken into 7 “day” increments.
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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