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Monthly Archives: May 2017
Lego Decisions
.. We’ve known all along that we are building something from nothing, that each click together is all part of the design. We know dropped bricks mean sore soles, and that the instructions are long gone. We know the … Continue reading
Snapping at the Sky
She’s bruised, but I can’t tell if she’s abused …………….or just camera shy. .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.
Posted in poetic asides poems
Tagged bruises, camera shy, Poetic Asides prompts, sky poems, sky songs, snap judgments
1 Comment
Magi(c)
… We spin in gold and frank, incensed words; mirth. Myth. Ribbons of phrase, ink-stained paper hearts, the wrappings and trappings of pain and passion. We fashion our -selves in tissue-thin jars, the scars that come in silver moon slivers … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems
Tagged gifts, inky girl, magic, moon, Poetics, The Gift of the Magi, worship, wrappings and trappings
24 Comments
the significance of a washed-out sky
.. she’s flannel-soft today, the muddled braised white of a favorite tee turned ……………inside ……….out. .. twiglet#26. ..
Posted in twiglets
Tagged impossible sky, inside out, pondering the sky, sky songs, twiglets
7 Comments
This Season of Crimped Grass
.. We breathe the cold, snapped against silence; the blue seeps into our bones. We raise our limbs to a cracked-open sky, the clouds like overlapping stones. .. wordled.
fiddle moon
play magnetic poetry here.
Posted in magnetic poetry, moon poems
Tagged elaborate shine, magnetic poetry, moon poems, moon stones
2 Comments
Re:Pair
.. I won’t try to fix you , if you’ll just let me fly. .. prompted by poetic asides.
Night Bane
“I’m the thing monsters have nightmares about.” – Buffy the Vampire Slayer .. Do monsters dream? A swirl of stakes and garlic and revealing mirrors and silver bullets? Are talons sharpened on the wool of counted sheep? Howl at that … Continue reading
Posted in moon poems
Tagged Buffy the Vampire Slayer, counting sheep, Garden with Toads, monsters, moon, silver bullets, Toads, vampires, werewolves
12 Comments
Mr. Fixit Tries to Spackle the Moon
.. Too soon, he realizes it’s use -less; she’s born …….too many scars. And besides, she’s shrinking again. Waning until she’s weightless, wantless, willed and whiled to sky. Ask him why he keeps at it, and he’ll tell you this: … Continue reading
Posted in moon poems, poetic asides poems
Tagged moon poems, moon stones, scars, stars, wax and wane
4 Comments
Manchester, and More
.. The world is aching again, like a rotten tooth. I long for silence and the calm dry wash of a brighter ……….moon. .. twiglet #25.
Posted in moon poems, twiglets
Tagged in the news, Manchester, moon stones, rotten tooth, twiglets
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