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Sevenling: there’s a storm

there’s a storm

there’s a storm coming
dark gray clouds hovering low
steam rising from the pavement

after the storm passes
everything is greener, lush
the air smells of drenched flowers

from trepidation to euphoric elation

~kat

Today’s glimmer caught my eye as I was walking under the great oak tree near my driveway. Just a random pile of rocks in the dirt, except it did not look random. I admit looking over my shoulder briefly to see if the woodland faeries were watching me. “Someone” had organized these rocks quite artistically. I suppose if I were being pragmatic, I might believe that all the rain we’ve been having, simply shifted the wet dirt rearranging the rocks. But to the romantic me who believes in other worldly, magical happenings, this is proof positive that I was visited by the local faerie folk. That what I choose to believe. A little magical thinking feels right these days. Especially when I consider that international Faerie Day was just a few days ago! ✨🧚🏻‍♂️✨

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you…magical glimmers.

~kat

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Proof that faeries exist? I ll let you decide for yourselves. But as for me…I’m a true believer! ✨✨🧚🏻‍♂️💚🧚🏻‍♂️✨✨

Sevenling: not yet

Sevenling: not yet 

“not yet…now is not the right time…”
she said, “when I’m ready,
then I’ll think about it,”

but ready never happened
life happened, life kept happening
the dreams of her youth faded

she barely noticed when glimmers of what might have been passed by

~kat

And on that note…here are a few glimmers…

Everything is in bloom! Decided to zoom in for a look. Nature is magnificent!

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Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


Sevenling: I have survived

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This beauty has decided that this is her spot to hang out in the mornings and then later in the afternoon. It’s become a common practice. Traci says she is waiting for me to come outside. She listens intently when I greet her. What do you think I should name her? I think our relationship has progressed to the naming level. 🥰 and this, in case you’re wondering, is today’s glimmer!

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

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And, of course, a poem. A Sevenling to be precise. I took the latest WP cue to look back at previous posts and happened upon the Sevenling. I believe I spent an entire month on this form. Not sure why I stopped. I kind of love this form.

As a refresher:

The elements of the Sevenling are:

1. a heptastich, a poem in 7 lines made up of 2 tercets followed by a single line. metered at the discretion of the poet.

2. unrhymed.

3. composed with 3 complimentary images in the first tercet and 3 parallel images in the second tercet. The end line is a juxtaposed summary of the 2 parallels, a sort of “punchline”.

4. the poem should be titled “Sevenling: (first few words of poem).

I had to chuckle at myself a bit. I took step number 4 literally back then. But I do t think the parentheses are needed in the title. Going forward I will be dropping these! 😄

Anyhow, here’s my take. I might stay here a while…as I mentioned, I am very fond of this form!


Sevenling: I have survived

I have survived
generational insanity,
abusive spouses, broken relationships

I have survived
wars, pandemics, civil unrest,
the age of Aquarius

survival is not to the fittest, but to the optimists, stubbornly hopeful

~kat

reflecting on the solstice

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And a few glimmers…
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A rare sighting in the bird garden. Squirrels rarely share the feeding bowl with chipmunks. Peace is possible my friends! 🥰

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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encounter with a stone sage

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Meet Mr. Grumpy Face, Glimmer at Arms

I seem to be tripping over the oddest glimmers these days. This morning I happened upon this guy staring up at me from the mulch bed under in the hedges. I call him Mr Grumpy Face. He definitely looks like he’s been through it from the looks of that dent on his head. A far cry from my typical harvest of heart-shaped rocks. But he was on a mission I think.

Seeing him in all his grumpiness, made me smile. And then reminded me that I have not been my smiley self these days. Carrying the weight of the world will do that to you. At that moment it was like looking into a mirror. It reminded me that I have not taken time to unload and recharge as much as I should.

You might be thinking, you got all that from an odd little rock? I did indeed, you know, and I find that odd random things have plenty to say if we’re paying attention. I’m so glad I was looking down when I was…so glad this sage caught my eye. In my book that is the essence of a proper glimmer. Thank you Mr. Grumpy face!

~kat

Much love, peace, and odd glimmers to you! And don’t forget to smile. 😊

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encounter with a stone-faced sage 

mister grumpy face
mirroring my crinkled brow
causing me to smile
I do remember smiling
before the world got heavy

~kat
(a tanka: 5-7-5-7-7)