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April 13, 2026

Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 13

home sweet

these hills are filled with gentle folk
wide-eyed does and frolicking fawns
scampering squirrels and field mice
trotting turkey hens and toms

the sky is blue and all a-flutter
blue jays, cardinals, finches, crows
hummingbirds, phoebes, cowbirds, wrens
turkey vultures swooping low

the air is honeysuckle sweet 
waves of windsong through the trees
trills and tweets in harmony
the dawn erupts in symphony 

a nearby stream swells, bubbling
the ground hums softly ‘neath my feet
at dusk when all is settling down
the peepers lull us all to sleep

there is no place I’d rather be
surrounded by this sea of green
my heart has found its home at last
here in the woods, living the dream

~kat

Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 13 Prompt: Try your hand today at writing your own poem about a remembered, cherished landscape. It could be your grandmother’s backyard, your schoolyard basketball court, or a tiny strip of woods near the railroad tracks. At some point in the poem, include language or phrasing that would be unusual in normal, spoken speech – like a rhyme, or syntax that feels old-fashioned or high-toned.

Today’s Glimmer….is more like a flash, a flicker and a twitter. The hummingbirds are back! And Frankie is commandeering the best seat in the house! The other two…well you can clearly see their attitude.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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April 9, 2026

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 9 – Take 2

By Kat Myrman

feral fantasies 

she’d be easy to off
she’s not a mouth breather 
I could do it tonight
but i guess I should keep her
she seems nice enough 
mostly leaves me alone 
even feeds me wet food
spends hours on the phone
I don’t miss the streets
‘specially when it rains
have a soft place to sleep
I shouldn’t complain, though
she’d be easy to off
I’d just lay on her face
til her lips turn pale blue
slip away with no trace
but sadly I’m spoiled
I’ve grown lazy and fat
she’s devious, that one
crazy old broad with cats

~kat

A second take on today’s prompt. Couldn’t resist.

Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 9 Prompt: Today, try writing your own poem in the voice of an animal or plant, or a poem that describes a specific animal or plant with references to historical events or scientific facts.

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April 7, 2026

Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 7

By Kat Myrman

taco taco 1-2-3

one taco, two taco, three taco, four
crisis averted for two weeks more
five taco, six taco, seven taco, eight
stocks in the tank, as prices inflate
nine taco, ten taco, eleven taco, twelve
the deal maker choked, bluff’s up, his foes held

~kat

True story…breaking news as of now…we have TWO MORE WEEKS before doomsday…is anyone surprised? I actually had spent the day writing my own version of 99 bottles of beer on the wall…think 99 cells in his brain left to go…but I’ll spare you that exhausting, never-ending dirge! I like keeping it short and to the point. In case you don’t get the connection, TACO stands Trump Always Chickens Out! Thank goodness he is unpredictably predictable.Take a deep breath…take a moment.

Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 7 Prompt for today: write your own poem that emulates clapping games, or jump-rope and skipping rhymes. songs – something to snap, clap, and jump around to.

Today’s Glimmer…more blooms a-bursting on the hill…an azalea bush that is all buds, and a visit from my crow friend. (He needs a name, I think) Each one is perfect in their own way for a glimmering moment and a smile!

Much love, peace, and smiling, moment glimmers to you!

~kat

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November 20, 2025

day 318

By Kat Myrman

Today’s Glimmer: Beautiful Winter Trees in the Bramlett Mountain Foothills ~kat 2025

another autumn

the autumn winds, swift and fierce
raze the forest leaves from limb
like seasons past, played their part
trees pruned, as winter begins

summer’s leaf-dressed canopy
shade from sun and camouflage 
now reveal a clearer view
a hidden treasure-like mirage

nests tucked in the highest nooks
forest floor, its paths obscured
leaf-covered in amber-gold
souls of trees laid bare and pure

soon winter with frosty breath,
snow will turn the foothills white 
autumn gently tucks us in
to sleep through wintery nights

~kat

I love autumn! The colors, the smells, bonfires, hot apple cider. It passes so quickly leaving us with trees stripped bare. And I must admit, I love winter trees too. To me, they are symbols of letting go, reminding me shedding what no longer serves me does not mean I have to rush to get on with whatever is next. The trees this time of year show me how to stop, to reflect, and to hope in the spring. As we enter this dark season when the nights are long may we learn to rest. After a long year may we settle into warmth of home, of family and friends, and remember what is most important.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat

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November 4, 2025

day 305

By Kat Myrman

What will your life be like in three years?

After five years, our inoperable fireplace restored. A glimmer to keep us warm on cold winter nights.

it’s a date

three years from today 
meet me in the hills
I’ll brew us some tea
if we are here still
the future we dreamed
the battles hard won
we’ll tip our warm cups
in the light of the sun
no longer afraid
to be seen or to speak
freedom and justice
restored to the meek
if we have survived
I’ve no doubt we will
we’ll talk about weather
here in the foothills

~kat