Monthly Archives: November 2017

Black & White

Posted on November 30, 2017 by whimsygizmo

Got a photograph of a smile taken way back when we could smile. Now this plane will take me where, I don’t know… – Collective Soul   .. There’s a sepia tone smile somewhere in this drawer that says we … Continue reading →

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The Old Gray Mare

Posted on November 30, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. This poem was a goddess once. A Godiva, even. Long hair, horse. Now she’s a little ………worse for wear. Stare at her long enough, you might see the re -semblance of her old song, the hum -ina humina humina … Continue reading →

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This Is Still to Say

Posted on November 29, 2017 by whimsygizmo

{in response to William Carlos Williams} .. I am sick of plums and that damn empty icebox which never has anything worth saving for breakfast Forgive me I am also not much worth saving   .. Poetic Asides November Chapbook … Continue reading →

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This Ain’t Love

Posted on November 28, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. This poem is a fickle mistress, a wandering soul. She might stay awhile, and smile. She might go home to the moon at any moment. She’ll leave a note, but only the most tre -bled clefs, no rest, no … Continue reading →

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The Stories We Tell Ourselves, In Order {To Stay}

Posted on November 28, 2017 by whimsygizmo

Love bites, love bleeds. – Def Leppard . We say we might flee. That these bleak skies are too much. That we might touch peace again if only we leave. We say we might be better apart. That the stilted … Continue reading →

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On Top of Spaghetti

Posted on November 27, 2017 by whimsygizmo

I lost my poor meatball, When somebody sneezed. ………….. – old Scout song   .. We have lost our ever -lovin’ ……(meatballs) ……………(meanings) minds. You will find us here, ………..tryin’ to use our noodles, find some new way ……to say ………….God … Continue reading →

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North of This  

Posted on November 27, 2017 by whimsygizmo

This poem has slid just a little too far south. She’s got a mouth on her, but not enough to say. Point her true ……………..{north} , and she’ll tell you a thing or two about the weight of water, the … Continue reading →

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borrowed shine

Posted on November 26, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. this poem steals her sheen from moon. she waxes, wanes and leaves too soon.   .. Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 26. 

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This Is Just {Remixed} To Say

Posted on November 25, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. There were never any plums in that damn icebox in the first place to save for breakfast or otherwise Forgive me but you forgot to put them on the list   .. Remixed from day 17’s poem, and of … Continue reading →

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Poem Re:Mix

Posted on November 25, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. This poem is a redux, all things ………………{nothing} reworked and twerked into some new spin. She’s the be -gin -ning, all scotch (guarded) and rum -bled heart. She’ll start with farthings, starlings, bones ……………and smoke. She’s a crum -bling … Continue reading →

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