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day 358 ~ a ReVerse Poem

A ReVerse Poem ~ 4 January 2026

high wind advisory

to dazzle the gullible…look here
look there
tomorrow we’ll assess the damage
through one year’s portal into the next
not forgetting the past, but hoping for redress
to help me forget the world
before insanity invaded

~kat

Welp…so much for the brief reprieve from the madness of 2025. A new year. A clean slate. The full wolf supermoon shone bright on Saturday night and then all hell broke loose over Venezuela hours before dawn. Not because of drugs (DT has recently pardoned a convicted drug lord), and not for regime change (since our government saw fit to leave a corrupt government in place, only ousting its top leader).

In our country our president cannot be held accountable by our courts…but the president of Venezuela sure as hell can. Especially when there is a stockpile of oil involved. Ah yes. There it is. Oil. And a weakened corrupt government kept in place that DT believes he can manipulate. “Comply or pay an even higher price than your president,” he warned. It’s incomprehensible and a clear sign that the nightmare continues. Not to mention, his previous targets are now battening down the hatches. Who will be next? Cuba, Panama, Mexico, Canada, or Greenland? 

Meanwhile, DT continues to swell and bruise, have regular MRI’s, all perfect of course…and cognitive tests…his staff simply ignoring him when he dozes off mid-meeting with national leaders on camera as if no one will notice. Oh…and remember Epstein and his gazillion files that keep falling out of the nooks and crannies of our “justice department”. There’s that. So sorry world! While I did not vote for this madness, I am at a loss as to how to stop it. 

Despite all this “news”, nothing is really new. It’s more of the same. People are figuring it out though, as they struggle to make ends meet and scramble to figure out if they can afford healthcare, while the rich get richer. 

I refuse to give up. I refuse to lose hope. I have a voice and a heart that knows how to express kindness and compassion. We need kindness more than ever. We knew it was going to be a bumpy ride a year ago. It has been and is. 

The sun was a beautiful sight this morning. Bright and warm and proof that the night only lasts for a short time before dawn breaks through the darkness. Let each dawn warm your heart to overflowing and remind you to be kind. We made it through year one. We can do this again…together. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers of hope to you!

~kat

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Morning on the Bramlett Mountain Foothills

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 week.


day 351 ~ a ReVerse poem

day 351 ~ a ReVerse poem

grace in the storm’s eye

turning the sky gray
stops me from spinning
not listening here…silence is bliss
scent of roses infusing the air
the simplest kind acts
today’s not that day
trying to find memories
blotting out the sky
names written in dust
night wanes bit by bit
so remember this moment
the light grows a bit brighter
happy
with no guarantee of freedom
we’ll make it through the coming year

~kat

This time of year always calls for retrospection. A look back at the past year with all its ups and downs and crazy twists and turns is a lot to digest one would think. But all I can think about are the glimmers along the way. There were so many. 351 and counting. Just 14 days to a full year of glimmers.

They say if you do something for more than 30 days, it becomes a habit. Well, I would say it has become more than a habit…this quest for glimmers…it has become an obsession! And what a beautiful obsession it is. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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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.


day 339 – a ReVerse Poem

It’s been more than a minute since I crafted a ReVerse Poem…this one spans several weeks. But…I’m glad I waited. I love this look back, line by line capturing daily snapshots of what I was thinking at the time.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. First, the ReVerse Poem…then a a glimpse into the magnificent glimmers that have sustained me!

~kat

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A ReVerse Poem ~ Sunday, 14 December 2025

a snapshot in time

let me be a safe place for you
but for a golden moment
muted in cool gray
a snapshot in time

i felt her presence pressing my soul
breaking through the veil
if I were to change
she moves me unseen
crystalline ice shards tap my bare skin
barely capturing her magnificence, a faded photograph
to anyone who sees, it’s clear,
frost and lace
sheltering in grace
snow falls soft
they don’t know they’re wild

we should not whisper
oh so many times
darkness fades away
as promised, sure as dusk

~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 past several weeks.


day 321 – a ReVerse Poem

A ReVerse Poem ~ 23 November 2025

a deep, slow breath in
when the end is clearly not clear
before fading into dust
it’s the dawn that rescues me
where the edge looms ever close
a glimpse of the heavens
morning walks through
the mist at dawn
just a glimmer
souls of trees laid bare and pure
the sweetest of blossoms
into a world turned gray

~kat

Things have been quite bizarre lately stateside.  Sometimes I envy my friends and neighbors across the border or across the pond. But it seems no matter where a body lives, there are leaders who don’t care about the people they serve but rather, care only about staying in power and reaping the benefits. It’s not like this generation of humans is experiencing an anomaly. Selfish, cruel leaders have been with us since time began. 

I have found that the only way to survive the wrath of horrible leaders and the current disturbing state of the world is to focus on what is most important. Fortunately the season is right on time. There are opportunities to share time with family and friends this time of year more than any other. Perfect! Because that is what is most important. The relationships we cherish. The world will eventually right the downward spiral we are currently experiencing. For now and until the end of 2025, I choose to cherish those who mean the most to me…and that includes myself. 

Take care my friends. Much love, peace and glimmers to you.

~kat

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day 309~a ReVerse Poem

in the aftermath
a ReVerse Poem

a system that moves on from oops
as the walls came tumbling down
you’ve made it this far
we don’t know what we don’t know
naked in the snow
on the cusp
we’ll tip our warm cups
for being different
a call to surrender
there is too much of it with nothing…to do

~kat

Sunday is typically thought of as the last day of the week-end. But I remember learning that Sunday was the first day of the week. Tomayto…tomato.

Night comes sooner now that we have “fallen back” from daylight savings time…as if daylight needed saving. I do appreciate the illusion of an extra hour of sleep based on the numbers on my digital clocks. I never seem to get enough sleep these days. But the animals are not having it. They know what time it is. And they don’t particularly care if Sunday or Monday is the first day of the week either…or if it’s Wednesday (do you sound out the syllables in your head when you write it? Wed-NES-day?)

We like to control things. We like to be in charge. We like to know what’s happening next, and those with the means will do anything to ensure things go the way they expect. The rest of us are along for the ride…and I just have to say, the ride of late is a blended monstrosity of the most stomach churning, terrifying, death defying amusement park rides…just a thought…it’s a roller-tilta-death-drop-anti-gravity-raging-lazy-river-bumper-swing-space tunnel-bungee-coaster. And for years I thought the hamster wheel was a tyrant. 

On to Monday then…but first proper Sunday first day of the week. Rest up…you’re gonna need it. ready set go! 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat

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