Daily Archives: March 7, 2014

Jot

Posted on March 7, 2014 by whimsygizmo

 .. It’s not a lot, this thing I’ve got. No plan, or plotting, just poems plodding across a page by tittled phrase. Not quite for naught, these thoughts now caught are whispered heart -songs freed from cage for whimpered, whistled, … Continue reading →

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A Whim Away

Posted on March 7, 2014 by whimsygizmo

The Sleeping Gypsy, 1897, by Henri Rousseau    …   Hakuna matata, my ebony foot. No lion sleeps here tonight, and I think perhaps I have played my last song to these whirling sands. Re -member me in bright stripes, … Continue reading →

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Cave of sWords

Posted on March 7, 2014 by whimsygizmo

…. Shall we hide them away, these mightier things, en garde, thrust into dark corners? Would they shatter, really, into a million crystal shards if we only showed them the light of day? And even if they did, wouldn’t each … Continue reading →

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