Daily Archives: April 3, 2016

bright bough, blue wild

Posted on April 3, 2016 by whimsygizmo

    Play magnetic poetry here.   

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dearest Charlotte,

Posted on April 3, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… oh what a (terrific) tangled web of complimentary phrase, days of radiant dedication to a humble friend. we loved your vocabularic ponderings, your wily wisdom, your parachute babies. but, why’d you have to leave us …………………….at the end?   … Continue reading →

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Three Sheets

Posted on April 3, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… to the wind, we are but wandered wisps of why, stum -bled punch drunk wonder seeds scattered in the sun. of paper, we are un -parched, meant for more than thirst and first scrib -bled thought, caught in ivory … Continue reading →

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scouting freedom

Posted on April 3, 2016 by whimsygizmo

  . to kill the mocking (bird) in your head, you’ve got to first stone her song, that strange un -quiet longing for redundant dread. {careful, she’ll try to hide in tree, on rooftop} and if she comes back to … Continue reading →

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Whispering secrets into her mane

Posted on April 3, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… , I was taller atop her mahogany shadow, nothing but a wisp of wind with a place to finally be. Hands braided into leather reins, I could change direction at any moment, reign the day. Whistling for her with … Continue reading →

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Sevenling {3 STRANG3 and SIGNIFICANT DR3AMS}

Posted on April 3, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… Three strange and significant dreams come to her in the dead of night, under glow of moon, under salt of stars. She counts sheep, skeletons, …………….breath. Shakes the day from her eyelashes, and waits.     .. Prompted by … Continue reading →

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Hula-hoops and Hiccups

Posted on April 3, 2016 by whimsygizmo

{her silent mo(o)n-oh-log}   .. God bless you, they say when she sneezes on her own peppered salt and cherry-chalked snow, (fiddle-de-de, she flees) Don’t you know you’re (k)not supposed to squeeze the charm -in? Just play your flutes and … Continue reading →

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