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August 1, 2025

day 211

today’s WordPress prompt: Write about a random act of kindness you did for someone …

well, I could tell you
but then I’d have to kill you
defeats the purpose…
random acts, you see, are best
done and kept anonymous

-kat

Another day of not taking myself or anything too seriously. And enjoying a 20 degree drop in temperatures. Even a full day of rain can’t get me down. Today’s featured glimmers are the local hummingbirds. Three of them have been jousting nonstop outside the window at the feeders. I have enjoyed listening to their chirps while I work. Clearly they approve of the cooler temperatures as well.

Regarding today’s poem, a tanka, i happened to notice today’s prompt question on WordPress. As I explained in my poem…I prefer to keep the random acts of kindness that I do anonymous. Having also been on the receiving end there is a certain magic in realizing someone thought enough about you to do something kind for you. Just thinking about it makes me smile.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. May you find an opportunity to act kindly toward someone today…even if that someone is you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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July 31, 2025

day 210

By Kat Myrman

lunacy in lala-land

Not to brag
Or anything…
Really, it’s true
Most days i am
Absolutely, unquestionably 
Lucid as a dryer setting 
Crazy isn’t it?
You’d never know 

If I didn’t tell you!
Sometimes I surprise myself

Obviously, it’s clear as swamp water
Vanilla is my favorite flavor
Everything I do is
Rather boring, common even
Reality is my kick
And if you don’t believe me
Take a look around and you’ll see
Everybody else is looney tunes insane 
Daffy as the day the don dubbed them magats

~kat

Every now and again I like to have a little fun. It breaks the tension of unending annihilation, lawlessness, and destruction. Even a bleeding heart like me can only take so much before losing it…we’re talking hysterical unwarranted laughter over nothing, until my sides hurt and there are tears running down my thighs. IYKYK… it sucks getting old.

Anyhoo, even on my craziest, unhinged days, they got me beat. You can’t make up some of the ludicrous things they think, and actually believe. I suppose I should be thanking the walking dead to reality folks. They make me look positively sane, even on my most insane moments. It’s all relative…in 50 shades of cray…cray.

This morning I was greeted by several deer folk. They’re my glimmers for today. They watch me and appear to wonder just who or what I am…what they don’t know is I am wondering the same thing!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨

And then there was this…the view from my pocket as my camera kept snapping once deposited there. It’s finally the proof I need…I have stardust in my pockets! Weird…right?!

It’s either dust in my pocket or the mother ship coming to take me home!!! more glimmers either way!

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July 30, 2025

day 209

By Kat Myrman

death of an experiment

so this is what it feels like to exist 
at a time of history repeating,
to wonder who they will come for
next; to resist hate in a world 
where kindness and compassion
are revolutionary acts, where caring 
is a liability, where the words on
my cell phone are an indictment, 
where it’s just a matter of time
before they find me out…well…
I’m not hiding…like mercury colliding…
I refuse to blend into oblivion 
with those who sleep through this 
nightmare while innocents suffer…
I read today, the bees are dying 
someone should do something, but
the inconvenient truth of the matter 
is, someone is me, and I don’t know 
what to do, except to shine a light,
to tell you, to tell anyone who’ll listen,
the bees are dying…because
I think you should know 

~kat

Today’s poem speaks for itself. That said, I present to you today’s glimmer…literally, lightning in the distance and the sounds of midsummer nights in the foothills of Bramlett Mountain. Even while the world sleeps, the forest sings, for the trees perhaps? Another lesson to consider from these woods that I call home.

much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Night sounds on Bramlett Mountain ~kat

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July 29, 2025

day 208

By Kat Myrman

remnant of flight

along the forest edge I went
to find a feather fallen there
a bird in flight shed it, midair 
a tom, he was magnificent!
to find a feather fallen there
along the forest edge I went

~kat

Today has been a good day. The world is still crazy, but…After my day job, fixing dinner for the critters inside and outside, and throwing together a creamy white bean soup with artichoke hearts and spinach for my partner and me, I looked at my evening chore list, several tasks long, and decided after tidying up the kitchen and taking Gabby for a walk, that the chores could wait. As I write, dusk is gently dimming the light outside my window and I have my feet up. Not only is it okay for you to take time for you…it’s okay to check out from the craziness of the world. I promise you, it will all be waiting for you when you decide you’re ready to dive back in.

And those chores, the vacuuming, spot cleaning the carpets, and changing water in the fish tank will wait. None of it is critical. The most important thing is taking care of myself. It’s true I have many souls depending on me. I can’t be there for them, frankly, if I’m not here!

In fact, the inspiration for today’s poem literally fell from the sky while I was walking my dog. It’s not often the turkeys in these woods take flight, but when they do it is a sight to see! Even better is the fact that I was left with a beautiful souvenir.

So yes! I am grateful for the lessons of the past week or so where I could barely stay awake while trying to do the very thing that feeds my soul. Writing. I took time for myself this evening. It was and is a good day…a very good day. Sweet dreams are sure to follow!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Turkeys in flight weren’t the only things glimmering this evening!

Todays poetry form: the Biolet

It is a six line poem, and like the triolet, the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme of the biolet is ABbaBA (with the capital letters representing the repeated lines). The length of the lines, can vary, and be either metered or unmetered with 8, 10 or 12 syllables per line.

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July 29, 2025

yesterday 207

By Kat Myrman

the morning after too much

its insanity
death bit the apple again
‘cause monsters have rights
to wield guns of war
to assault and rape children
to disappear others…
deals with the devil
by the vilest of the beasts
buys them clemency 
or seats at the top
no justice, no peace…victims
pay with innocence
a selfish nation
loses its soul drip by drip
on blood stained pages
history repeats
as ignorant blind fools sleep
soundly, unaware

~kat

I ran out of day once again yesterday. I having a hard time managing the steady crushing pace of work, caretaking, and housekeeping that keeps me engaged mindlessly dawn to night fall. Even the pleasant hours of dusk escape me, robbing me of moments to sit, to rest, to write. There is too much to do in this world that is becoming too much to bear. So here I am. It’s tomorrow with an unfinished poem…two lines, maybe three was all I could manage before sleep overtook me.

There was another mass shooting…this time in New York…more thoughts and prayers of course. There is a monster who preyed on children who is trading secrets for a pardon from our president, who may consider granting it to protect his rich friends (including many suspect himself), who feasted at her table, and to make their ugly story go away. No mention. No justice for the victims. Tariff deals are being penned under the guise of making our country rich, where the fine print clearly states this will be fulfilled by emptying the pockets of we the people as prices rise exponentially. People are continuing to disappear. And children are starving. It’s insanity. On a bright note, at least I recognize that it is!

As promised to you and to myself, I managed the capture some glimmers along the way…yesterday. And so I share them here with you. To hopefully give us something good and lovely to dwell on. I’ll BRB with today’s Day 108!