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Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 25

retirement lost

it was a reasonable goal, when I was
young, naive enough to trust the promises
of politicians who, by the way, never keep promises…pay into the machine, they explained, in fact, we’ll help you…we’ll pass a law to nab it (I mean deduct it)
from your hard-earned, blood, sweat and
tears, wages…skim it right off the
top, so you don’t even miss it, for
safekeeping, in a special fund (unless
of course we need it for, say, millionaire bailouts, those poor, rich misers who long
to be billionaires…just a bit…you won’t
even notice…and we’ll raise the age,
people are living longer, healthier, these
days you know…to balance the books,
add a sliding scale to incentivize you to
work and pay longer into the slush…
I mean security fund…potāto…tomăto…
just wait until you’re 65…66…66 and
4-5-6 months or more…or if you’re
feeling immortal, retire at 70…72 in
a few years more to maximize your
return…it’s just a few years…it’s a
gamble…what a deal… you live long
enough…they’re betting you won’t, and
actually have a plan for that too, cancel
accessible, affordable healthcare…but
I digress…it was a reasonable goal when
I was young and naive…as 70 fast
approaches, this year in fact, I suppose
I made it, beat the odds, will finally claim
the ultimate reward, that big payout, except
I won’t be retiring any time soon…I can’t
afford to do that…thank goodness I still
have a job and enough of my wits to work it

~kat

Na|GloPoWrMo 2026 Day 25 Prompt: Today’s challenge asks you to write your own poem in which you use at least three metaphors for a single thing, include an exclamation, ruminate on the definition of a word, and come back in the closing line to the image or idea with which you opened the poem.


I’m calling today’s glimmer “mission accomplished!” There is a certain satisfaction in accomplishing a task without any leftover parts! Our resident plecostomus has outgrown our meager 30 gallon fish tank…perfectly fine for tetras and snails, but totally inadequate for a monster, prehistoric looking ground feeder. We decided to gift our wine cabinet buffet hutch to a young couple we know…we don’t even drink wine!!! What were we thinking when we thought we needed that piece of furniture in our dining room…pass a shot of good bourbon on the rocks if you please! 😉 I ordered a rush tank cabinet and it arrived this week. Managed to dolly it up to the back porch and set to the task of piecing it together…let’s just say I am an expert with an allen wrench, the go-to tool for all furniture kits from China! A short three hours later, I had completed the project! It is beautiful, sturdy, and will make a nice addition to our dining area…and I can’t wait to introduce our pleco to his new digs! There are sure to be more photos to come!!!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! ~kat

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day 376

First Ballet Lesson.
rights of passage

she
doesn’t know the world’s
burning
everything is pink
her innocence intact, fiercely protected by her loving parents
all parents
hope as much for their children
it’s why they...it's why we come here
promised by Liberty
that the pursuit of happiness
could be ours too, once upon a time
when tutus, bunny-eared hats, and Spider-Man backpacks
were protected rights of passage for all

~kat

5-year-old Liam Conejo Ramos was abducted by ICE from his school in Minnesota. He was used as bait to lure his father outside where he was taken into custody. Liam and his father are now at a Texas ICE facility. His father had applied for asylum at the border, and has no criminal record according to their immigration attorney. He was doing all the right things like immigrants from centuries past have done to become a citizen.


Today’s poem is a tale of two young children. One, my great granddaughter at her first ballet lesson. The other, young Liam, whose only crime is the color of his skin and his country of origin. Both of these angels are glimmers. Both deserving of love, compassion, happiness, opportunity, safety, and respect. I pray everyday for the children. For every single one.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat

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day 375

I know I’ve been away for a few days. I needed to take a break. My heart in broken for our nation. And I wonder, how can anyone still support the horrible leaders of this country. What scares me most is that people still do…
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drowning in gaslight

I cannot look away, my senses assaulted
by murders captured on cell phones
blasted as evidence to the world,
targeted death by hate and retribution,
forced to witness souls released
from battered, tear-gassed bodies…

“don’t believe your eyes”, they say,
“we’re here to save you from terrorists”

from babies and five-year olds
in blue bunny-ear hats
and Spider-Man backpacks
harboring fathers legally here,
granted asylum, baby boys used as bait,
for abduction to oblivion

in case you didn’t know, they now say
terrorists are poets, gentle mothers,
beloved partners, kind souls who sparkle…

terrorists are helpers, icu nurses serving
veterans, who exercise rights once
considered established by our forefathers
whose last act on earth was kindness
helping a woman, pushed down and tear-gassed
then ripped from aiding her, and shot dead

I do not feel safer
with these so-called terrorists eliminated, nor from the disappearing of
children, of innocent neighbors
singled out because of who someone
perceives them to be…

no one is safe
when evil rewrites and repeats history

we are drowning in gaslight, teargas
and blood…and we must not look away

let us call out the true terrorists by name
reclaiming the inheritance of the meek
in kindness, compassion, love, and truth

please stay safe my friends…believe your eyes

~kat


day 363

What is your mission?

mission statement

my mission
is this…simply this
be present

~kat
(Lune poem: syllable count 3-5-3)

Sometimes the bravest, most courageous thing you can do is to simply be present. There is immense power packed in a pause, in several long, deep breaths. It’s healing, rejuvenating, centering.

I know, if you’re paying attention, you are likely exhausted by the never – ending barrage of bad news. I know. I feel it too. But if you don’t manage to eke out a moment for you today, I’m inviting you right now. Stop what you’re doing. Light a candle if you have one. And take a deep breath in, slowly exhale, and repeat…as many times as you need to remember who you are. BTW, you’re pretty amazing. It’s true.

Much love, peace, kindness, and glimmers to you. I lit a candle for you. It’s your glimmer and a moment…presence…from me to you.

~kat

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day 335

What is something others do that sparks your admiration?

Truth Personified at Dawn ~ kat 2025
truth tellers

when telling the truth
is revolutionary
we should not whisper

~kat

It goes without saying…or maybe I need to say it out loud…truth is real, attainable, knowable, undeniable, verifiable by actual facts. Naysayers who say otherwise are lying. Which brings me to another, dare I say, truth, that should be obvious…but bears reminding…lies are not real. 

Okay then…much love, peace, and glimmers to you…today’s sunrise was a true thing of beauty. 

~kat 

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