the trees stood bare on the hills spring fawns on the way death stopped by to fetch a soul to rest in the ancient knowing how is it possible to miss someone when today feels lost their voices soft on the breeze clearly under great duress, it’s not over yet, so live we were intrepid passengers and you will see…I am a universe may I learn to be a sparrow under the weight of loathing the quiet murmur a moth perched under the eaves something is amiss these days I whispered a wish when the sun returns shadows stretch softly who can sleep? “great” depends on who you ask
~kat
Today’s Glimmer…we celebrated the 1st birthday of my great-granddaughter Rory. 🙂
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 here as a review of the past several weeks.
mother of my mother may the fates grant me a few more years the pillars on the hill are toppling, tumbling to the ground you ask what…and I ask why i wake up to the sun at dawn underneath the juniper trees a splash of summer I don’t need pennies for my thoughts… death himself leaned in, posthaste… this moment will be over soon i hear it was here cold and dreary…it’s grey there is no middle ground on which to stand it’s raining helicopters and jets It’s exactly as we planned may she rest in pieces it’s not normal how normal things seem, a day lost, never to be recovered they know where I live I saw kids playing ball, people I smiled intentionally it’s not junk if love were a tree until the truth is impossible to know it’s not as bad as you say it is people who say they love us, choose them we don’t miss what we don’t know destroying democracy is not enough celebrate love and the dead what you see is what you get instead, join me in the bliss come to fetch me… as our souls begin to spill out, just in time to watch the sun rise…
~kat
Wow! What a grand poetry month is was! And what glimmers to boot! And here we are at the end 100 days of madness…1,361 days to go. It may as well be forever…it may just be forever. But for the glimmers, and community, and spring’s greening embracing us, the constancy of the seasons and kindness. There is kindness.
I will continue my 365 day journey of glimmers and poetry. These 30 days were a nice detour, forcing me to focus my usual random thoughts and musing to align with prompts. It’s been a good moth of words. May we always finds the words to say what needs to be said.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you…and speaking of…the blackberry bushes are blooming! Enjoy!
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 here as a summary review of this year’s poetry month.
we see the smoke billowing, blotting out the sky liberty mourns for her children death moans lazily it was great for a while there once was an old gal who rarely got sick forced me to choose, I chose | to speak truth to power overwhelming to bear in my little world call her what you will winter is lingering a dawn visitation nature sings her song of spring you cannot break us, not today
~kat
Interesting, challenging times we’re living in. It’s a time when writing this blog, and especially chronicling the truth of what is happening in my country feels like a bold act of resistance. These days other, more vulnerable people (due to their citizenship status) are randomly singled out by masked vigilantes (I don’t believe for a minute that these people are actual legally deputized law enforcement) and disappeared from sight to god knows where with no due process or recourse. It gives me pause. It should give all of us pause. In a matter of roughly 2 months the America I knew has been given over to criminals armed with the power to dismantle checks and balances, safety nets and systems, as they set the stage to coronate as dictator king, a felonious, serial predator, and liar who seeks to colonize and rule the western continents alongside his comrade with like motivations in the east.
I keep asking myself if I’m overreacting as ignorant, maga lemmings chide me that it’s not that bad, certainly not as bad as when “other” democratic leaders flanked the helm. It’s madness…or maybe I’m just mad, as in insane, but also as in angry as hell and incensed by it all.
So…I’m still here, and will continue use my voice, chronicling what it feels like to experience the end of a democracy. When this year began I determined, for my own sanity that I needed to deal with the fear and angst I was feeling. I found a life-changing article about glimmers. As a refresh…
Glimmers are small moments of joy or peace that arise from appreciating simple things like the colors of a rainbow, the scent of a flower, or the sound of the rain.
Glimmers and triggers are opposites in that glimmers spark positive feelings while triggers spark negative ones.
The practice of noticing and appreciating glimmers can cue your nervous system to relax and have a positive effect on your mental health.
To increase the odds of noticing glimmers, spend time in places that nourish you, connect with people you enjoy, limit screen time, and practice mindfulness.
Read more about glimmers and how they came to be here. Apparently the concept has taken off everywhere. I had no idea at the time I was joining a movement by focusing my little blog on sharing my glimmers with you. (Glimmers in the air…or the water perhaps? 😉) But here we are, and so it is…and most importantly, so it will continue. I have found that I cannot live without them.
Tomorrow we head into national/global poetry month. My daily focus will remain “glimmers” with the added inspiration from daily prompts. Rest assured I plan to keep the glimmers coming. And I hope you too to take up this practice. We need glimmers now more than ever.
Can you see it? Why can’t you see it? We have a murder folks Even the TURKEYS are restless when everything slowly faded with a sharpie in hand rename points on the map the sun fills the sky with light they leaned in to hear more paying it forward to someone in need filling our hearts with joie de vivre at least they cannot cancel spring since we stole an hour from dawn you can’t eclipse her Blood Moon on a Starry Night we laughed then, but it’s not funny now if it’s with not at
~kat
Happy ReVerse Poetry Day where I revisit the last few weeks of postings and weave together a new poem by lifting a favorite line from each day’s entry.
Today’s ReVerse is a bit all over the place. Kind of like the affairs of the world…chaotic…frenetic…destructive leaving us all stunned in the wake. I have to admit I thought it would be bad, but the last few months has far exceeded my worst expectations. The latest stroke of trumps poison pen orders include a stop to all federal funding for the institute of museums and library services as well as an order to ram the final nails into the USAid coffin by demanding that all classified records be shredded, and if there are too many to shred…to burn them. We need to remember … we need to keep reminding ourselves and others of how we used to be before the those claiming to make things great began their rampage of destruction. We need to hold those stories close to our hearts and tell them to our children and grandchildren…the stories of our imperfect experiment in democracy, fraught with civil wars and challenges, and crimes against indigenous peoples and African peoples but who managed to have glimmers of greatness, of justice, compassion, inclusion, and kindness.
Currently, we are a disaster, not to be trusted. This US administration is erasing all evidence of the truth. But there are legions of us who know the truth and who see the lies for what they are, perpetrated by insecure, selfish, criminal, vile, white men who want it all, even if they have to destroy us and everything good to get it.
Once again world, I am so very sorry for the monster that our country’s ignorant fools have unleashed on you. I have never been so grateful to have moved to the hills several years ago so I don’t have to see them every day through my window. I like it here with the songbirds and my beloved murder of crows, and the squirrels and chipmunks, the turkeys and opossums and raccoons, the snapping turtles and snakes…and the fungi, flowers, blackberry bushes, and trees. There are glimmers to be found in this ash heap of a country yet…all around for those of us willing to see, and always to be treasured in our hearts!
Peace, Love, and Glimmers to you!
~kat
I’ll leave you with a few of those glimmers…I hope they lighten your heart like they do mine! ✨💚✨
A bright crescent Moon dancing with Venus ~ kat 2025
a ReVerse…well that was a week!
history repeats itself though nuanced variations can shift it’s a quandary I’ve wrestled with dreams of youth pending deep breath…deep breath as chaos churns the birds are singing | people will perish an attempted murder, two crows in a tree it’s a murder now, two crows are three
~kat
It was the art of the steal…oops I meant deal…(wink) on display for the world to see this week. A mafioso-styled set-up meant to obliterate a genuine, humble leader, an ally, complete with a bad-cop hillbilly goon to rough up the mark, appeasing the Don, to cry foul when the truth was revealed. We all saw it clear as day. A shifting of alliances exposed, and the deal that never was meant for peace tossed aside, lauded as good TV for a delighted audience of one leering from his tower in the S.U., while his puppet danced awkwardly, the strings we all suspected finally exposed. The grand hall rats were waiting in the wings of course, ready to spread the toxic prepared talking points. “The nerve! The ungratefulness! Disrespectful! What was he wearing? No suit to meet with the greatest president in the history of presidents in his hallowed Oval Office! The audacity! No deal!??! No peace!” though it is becoming increasingly clear that peace was never, nor will be, part of this or any deal.
I feel the need to apologize to the world for this terrible mess even though I didn’t vote for it. I fought for the truth…and continue to fight. The truth is that truth died a long time ago. We are no longer the United States of America. We’re anything but united. Relegated to red bleeding into and obliterating blue. But over half of us are blue…we know at least that to be true. Sharpie scribbled maps…gulf of ‘merica, red, white, and blue land, gaza riviera, u.s. canal…please don’t trust us. The deals our leaders propose are laced with poison, self interest and malevolence. I stand with you…I stand with Ukraine…with Canada…with the Palestinian people of Gaza…with Mexico…with Panama …with Greenland and Denmark, and all other people’s and nations who find themselves the object of, and in the cross-hairs of our horrible leader’s lust for power, self aggrandizement, bigotry, hate, and cruelty. History repeats itself, obvious to those of us who know history. This is what ignorance breeds. This is democracy dying.
The only glimmer I can muster these dark days is this…this little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine, let it shine…
Peace, love, and glimmers to you.
~kat
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 here as a review of the previous week.
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