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Na/GloPoWriMo Day 1

corvid clemency 

forgiveness from crows
is an honor, when bestowed,
not to be tested,
the faces they remember
rouse ire fueled by vengeance

~kat

Day One Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Prompt: write your own tanka – or multi-tanka poem. Theme and tone are up to you, but try to maintain the five-line stanza and syllable count.

Tanka is a traditional Japanese poetic form consisting of 31 syllables arranged in five lines with a 5-7-5-7-7 structure. Originating over 1,300 years ago, it is a deeply emotional, often melancholic form centered on love, nature, and personal reflection. It often features a pivotal “turn” (kami-no-ku to shimo-no-ku) between the first three lines and the last two, offering a “long haiku” with more depth. 


A note about today’s poem:

The crow featured above is special because it is actually against a crow’s nature to forgive. a year ago one of their comrades died at my crow feeder. It was clear after this unfortunate event that my murder of crows thought I had something to do with its demise. As a result, they avoided me like the plague. Of course I was heartbroken. I kept putting out peanuts for them which they staunchly ignored. (The squirrels and blue joys loved having those treats all to themselves!) And then one day one of them got brave, I assume, and helped himself to a peanut. I was persistent and it seemed to pay off. Before long a half dozen, more than my original murder of three granted me clemency. They visit me everyday now. I am honored to have regained their trust, and believe me I don’t take likely the trust they’ve placed on me. It’s a true blessing. So of course the fellow above while paired with my cautionary tanka, is also my glimmer for today.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨



day 373

Sometimes a glimmer can be a person…

Photo Credit Nj.com
today we remember

they cannot erase
the fact that he existed
history is not
a matter of opinion
we were changed by Martin’s dream

we’re not going back
silence is not an option
freedom is not free

~kat


day 371

I wrote two poems today. They follow along the same theme. I can’t decide which one to post. And because I hate having to choose, I choose both. I am distressed by what I’m seeing from Minnesota. And the vicious added insult to injury wielded by our unhinged, vindictive government. I read that they are here in our town too. Someone recorded them, posting a warning to us on social media platforms. No one is safe.



heartbeats

a pulse detected
means very different things
to different people
to some it’s a right to life
to others, countdown to death
the dearest price paid
oftentimes by women,
by mothers denied
healthcare and autonomy
to assuage fragile man-boys
with power to choose
which heartbeat deserves to live
women, mere vessels,
repositories for sperm,
expendable, when too loud

(this poem follows the pattern of a trio of tankas)

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when the worst thing isn’t

it snowed at dawn
for only a few minutes
no delicate flakes, just
pellets of ice
tap, tap, tapping on the frozen ground
there’s more to the story they say
the talking heads and daily scrolls
horrible truth bleeding out…
there was a faint heartbeat
when they found her, precious time
stolen by hateful thugs who let her die
the tap, tap, tapping of a pure heart
broken by malevolence and hate
a kind voice silenced by
pellets of ice

~kat

were there glimmers today? Of course…as there are every day…

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat

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day 369

What snack would you eat right now?

snack attack

I will take my snacks
in high-octane liquid form
thank you very much
steaming espresso lattes
are my newest obsession

~kat

It’s the gift I didn’t know I wanted or needed, especially since I am a morning Earl Grey tea with sweet cream kinda girl. But oh my…my oldest daughter has convinced me! “You have to have an espresso machine!” she declared, gifting one to me several days later! 

All I can say is bu-bye morning Earl Grey…my caffeine boost just went turbo-espress-o-la-latte!!!! I’ll see you, Mr Grey at tea time! 

This may not be what most consider to be a glimmer…but every time I glance at it, it makes me smile! 

Much love, peace, and espresso latte glimmers to you!

~kat

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day 346

sunsets

another sunset
paints the sky in amber hues
no two are alike
so remember this moment
before night swallows the dusk

~kat

I never tire of this view, but it occurred to me that tonight’s sunset will only exist for several minutes before it is gone…the sun having dipped below the horizon and the clouds floating by only to fade into the night sky. Tonight’s sunset was a one time event, never to be seen again ( if not for the photo that I captured at just the moment the sky turned golden).

How many moments slip through our fingers everyday without us ever noticing. This thing or that might be the last time you ever experience it, but we never know, do we? I mention this not to suggest that you or anyone or myself should live their life moment to moment with intensity. That’s just exhausting! But I do encourage each of us to pause to savor the moments that capture our attention. Those moments are random. They are miraculous snapshots of the best life has to offer us in the moment. Even grief and sorrow have their place in this quest to be wrapped in the moment. A lifetime of moments is no small thing. You may not remember them all, but if you stop to take them in you will have memories to sustain you, to remind you of where you came from and who you are.

Much love, peace and glimmers to you!

~kat

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