Daily Archives: September 17, 2014

Hold your breath and carry the one.

Posted on September 17, 2014 by whimsygizmo

… This poem is a beast -ly thing which cannot speak; it has no mouth or beak, or song. It cannot say the things it feels and so it steals from breeze, and sway of moon. It cannot spaz, or … Continue reading →

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rhapsody in mutual happy

Posted on September 17, 2014 by whimsygizmo

.. dance by my pink sun song you and she have wings

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poetry and coffee

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Spangling Her Wings

Posted on September 17, 2014 by whimsygizmo

…. She finds hummingbird feathers to be best, all things tiny and softly thrummed. The thread is indigo, of course, coarse enough to hold the pebbles, fine enough for mermaid scales. She sails the seven (and a half) seas capturing … Continue reading →

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Hold the Largest Truths in Your Smallest Pocket

Posted on September 17, 2014 by whimsygizmo

… So that they might leak out at will, spill their way into this day like sun -light. Fight the urge to tuck them deep, or let them sleep in or call in sick. Stick them together in pairs and … Continue reading →