there are seasons of letting go friends and lovers will fade away we grow, and shed our childish ways let go our children when they’re grown
over the years I’ve learned, trees know when autumn comes you’ll be okay friends and lovers will fade away there are seasons of letting go
every heartache helps us grow opens our hearts to each new day leaves floating on a breeze display how to prepare for spring…trees know there are seasons of letting go
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 16 Prompt: Today, try writing a poem in which you describe something that cannot speak, and what it has taught or told you.
Today’s glimmer…a few succulents to restore empty flower pots to verdant glory. I thought these were unique when I happened upon them at the greenhouse center. When I looked them up and discovered their names they became even more delightful to me! Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
flowers in pots on the window ledge of a second floor brownstone, and me knocking on a creaky aluminum screen door, invited inside, to eat cookies with orange juice in a jelly jar my mother would eventually come to fetch me… they were so nice, the neighbors even though I was an escape artist even though I picked a flower from their window ledge garden to give to my mother (I would learn that taking things that didn’t belong to me was bad, and made people sad that day…) I would learn about forgiveness too the next time I escaped, welcomed once again, with cookies and orange juice in a jelly jar, and my neighbor smiling at me from across a linoleum laminated table with an metal rim as we waited for my mother to come fetch me again… a seemingly sweet memory that years later disturbs me as I wonder how did I, a toddler of two or three, have such freedom to wander…
Terrible jokes aside, ages and aging make great poetry fodder. Write a poem about a specific year in your life. It can be an age that has passed and is memorable or one that’s to come that you may be dreading or hope to embrace. / Recommended reading: “At Twenty” by Heidi Seaborn and “Two Months Before My 65th Birthday” by David James
Today’s glimmer…discovering a new bug!
I have photos of bugs and plants and fungi as well as animals that wander the woods surrounding my house in the foothills. I love learning new things. Every day there is something to discover. Today it was a bug. I have never seen a bug that looks like this bug. So of course I snapped a photo of it so I could research it later…
Introducing a Roundneck Sexton Beetle. These are “burying beetles”. Nocturnal, the male searches for a small dead animal and once found, secretes a pheromone to attract a female. Once the female arrives the two of them begin the process of burying the carcass. They will remove the fur or feathers and then cover the bare skin with an enzyme that delays decomposition. The carcass is then formed into ball with a nesting chamber hollowed out in the middle. This is where the female will lay her eggs. Once the larvae hatch she rounds the brood up inside the carcass and then unlike other burying beetles both the male and female will eat from the carcass and then regurgitate the food for the young. This little bug is truly gruesome and fascinating. Now you know!
I passed my “best if used by” date over a half a century ago exposure to the elements has taken quite a toll
my skin is leathery and dry my hair is turning gray I need bifocals for my eyes my hearing’s fine…wait, what’d you say?
my plumbing’s gotten leaky my pipes are filled with gas I‘ve lost control completely might toot toot as i walk past
expirations come, no warning and the end, I’m sure, is near luck will keep me ‘til the morning may the fates grant me a few more years
believe me when I tell you though I’m slowly losing steam my mind still thinks I’m twenty-two filled with hope and unspent dreams
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2025 April 1: Well, I’m not sure where that came from based on the prompt. I started looking at musical terms and artist terms and paintings and ended up considering the concept of shelf lives and expiration dates and how they relate to aging in humans. I blame this detour partly on my day job which bothers itself with product lifecycles, expiration dates and the like. I suppose it’s a sad commentary on the reality of my lack of work-life balance. But I digress.
And…there goes a butterfly…will ya look at that!
Much love, peace, and unlimited, unspoiled glimmers to you!
it’s a worn out saying…no regrets i wonder if it’s possible, i bet every person has one thing they wished they’d done better, hey there’s no shame wondering if you’d done something differently, the outcome might have changed my life, if only…i admit regret haunts me
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 19 Challenge: What are you haunted by, or what haunts you? Write a poem responding to this question. Then change the word haunt to hunt.
I followed the challenge rules, but I think I like the word haunt better poetically thinking. 😊
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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