Sometimes a glimmer can be a person…
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 373
day 372 ~ they’re back!
forgiven
.
crows
remember a
face
and are known to hold grudges for years
it broke
my heart when a crow died
close to the feed tray
filled with treats
the other crows watched
and it seems held me to account
as they mourned, I mourned…they stopped coming
my beloved murder…held a grudge
against me
I feared, but
they are back
trust is a gift I do not take
unmindfully
may the healing begin
~kat
An extended pi-sequence poem (3.1415926535 8979323846) that tells a story and highlights my glimmer for today. I took a chance to reach out to my beloved crows who have shunned me like the plague all these months. I feel forgiven…not generally a thing crows do lightly. It makes me so happy on this gray day!
~kat
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you my friends!
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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 370 – night writing
Where can you reduce clutter in your life?
just doing my part…if I must be up at 3 am then I may as well add my voice to the revolution at hand…
Magnetic Poetry – The Poet’s Kit. My go to “glimmer” in the wee sleepless hours of the night.
Much love, peace, relief from the insanity of our troubled world, kindness, and glimmers…many many glimmers so you don’t lose your way in the darkness….
~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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