Daily Archives: August 28, 2017

Cloudy, with a {small} chance of tossing all her words to sky.

Posted on August 28, 2017 by whimsygizmo

I dance. Bliss-bubbleballoon this clover-cloud sky. We journey, jars open, leaves spilled; giggle -ghost our most drizzle-dreamed stillness. Flicker me storm -peppered fear, the dear -dawn way green twists rosebreeze. Whisper -curl my long-lulled scarsong, breath sparked, shadowsound. Shimmer -grin … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille | Tagged bliss, Q44, Quadrille, the one where she uses all the words, the one with all the words | 17 Comments

it comes down to this {she says, as she falls}

Posted on August 28, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. the bliss of the moon kissing skin. the twist of balloon clouds shadow-puppeting the sky. the skip of stones across the sea. can you hold these things …..{careful, careful now} for me? i’ll be back once these old dry … Continue reading →