Daily Archives: September 25, 2015

spoke-tacular

Posted on September 25, 2015 by whimsygizmo

… i found a periwinkle string and spun it right on through. you’ll know me when I w h o o o o o o s h  by – purple in my leaving.     ..

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Etching Herself a MoonSliver

Posted on September 25, 2015 by whimsygizmo

gorgeous photo by Tess Kincade   .. Shiver only once in this braided light, and you’ll know the way ………………of sorrows. We’ve got a thou -sand tomorrows to fill, spill through this hour glass; scratch with this fingernail crescent scythe. … Continue reading →

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just one more

Posted on September 25, 2015 by whimsygizmo

just won: more. ……………….jest one: moo-red …..us one: More ………………………………Just One: more. just stone: moored.   ..    

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Awakening the Ocean

Posted on September 25, 2015 by whimsygizmo

(A Blue-Eyed Aubade) Kissing the horizon’s bare feet… – from “Ocean’s Awake,” by Raisha Ramkhelawan   .. Any good morning begins with salt. A fault line fallen. ………………………A roar for more. The moon’s playing hide and seek again, and we … Continue reading →

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these poems that do not love me back

Posted on September 25, 2015 by whimsygizmo

… the ones that lack depth and breadth and breath. i’ll stack them up from end to end, befriend their swollen sorrow, their swallowed songs. i’ll long await the day they re -member how to play and dance, entrance the … Continue reading →

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jest, a minute

Posted on September 25, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. what a joke one breath can be. (there it goes. did you miss it?) there’s a particular significance to morning. (now it’s over. did you kiss it?) i think perhaps my san -ity is slipping. i am currently consorting … Continue reading →

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play jeer ism

Posted on September 25, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. g’head. poke this poem. it don’t care. call it names: knick knack sad sack tired hack click clack. tease and please it with a red rover and a come on over and a midnight booty call to arms; some … Continue reading →

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Sevenling (Shoulders Cold from Summer Snow)

Posted on September 25, 2015 by whimsygizmo

inspired by Gugu Buthelezi… I hate only lonely things: white abandoned blossoms, skeleton trees, footprints fading. We shrug our heavy names, unquiet bones these stinging stars. Care less for our own skin. ..       Prompted by Kerry over at … Continue reading →

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Somebody Come & Play

Posted on September 25, 2015 by whimsygizmo
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k e r n i n g, again

Posted on September 25, 2015 by whimsygizmo

… if we rip out all the keys (oh, yes please) and tease our s(k)in with words not yet known, disturb them from their quiet black thrones and throw them to the breeze… would they re -assemble, dance or s … Continue reading →

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