Monthly Archives: March 2018

small blooms

Posted on March 21, 2018 by whimsygizmo

thou answerest them only with spring – E.E. Cummings  .. too soon, these skies will make themselves known as pirate waters: tumultuous, stirred dark and deep. steeped in skeletal clouds and masthead thunder. we’ll wonder how we ever found the sun. … Continue reading →

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shadow sky

Posted on March 15, 2018 by whimsygizmo

(a shadorma) .. fog me in with sky and silence; cold wet clouds, amber rain. these little cat feet know things. are you listening?     . Amaya at dVerse has offered us a form I love, the Shadorma. My … Continue reading →

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Let’s Get Ourselves a Phone Booth

Posted on March 14, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. (circa 1984), and become something we’re not, or wish we were. Let’s ditch the glasses and the classes and all that harasses us deep. Let’s keep ourselves sane with super -lative breeze, and capes of daisy chains. Masks of … Continue reading →

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Refresher Courses

Posted on March 14, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. Today, we will be reacquainting ourselves with the logarithms of this breeze, the angles of these trees and the squint of sunray-slant, perpendicular in the sky. Parlez vous francais? Me, neither. But the way the lavender is calling and … Continue reading →

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Tuesday

Posted on March 13, 2018 by whimsygizmo

, and all that’s left is …………..a crash of clouds my broken voice ………………………..a slash of rain.   twiglet #67.     

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Ash Sky, Falling

Posted on March 12, 2018 by whimsygizmo

The dark creeps deep, steeps my poemed breath in star-skin and silence. Once upon a time, you might have waited here with me, among these falling cherry blossom kites. This one last night. Now, I rise, leaving nothing behind but … Continue reading →

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Aubade with Broken Fingers

Posted on March 9, 2018 by whimsygizmo

  She’s doing some aching again, greeting the day with open hands and a moaning heart, starting a song on this sky piano with knuckles lost to greater fights. She’s right at the center of that rising sun, mourning loss … Continue reading →

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Cadaver Palaver

Posted on March 8, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. There’s a spirit in my sunroom, and he’s got a lot to say. I think he’s rather bothering; I wish he’d go away. He’s a specter wearing spectacles, who thinks he’s rather wise. He’s a wraith with wrath to … Continue reading →

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It’s Only Thursday

Posted on March 8, 2018 by whimsygizmo

. , and the sky is f a l l i n g once more.   . Twiglet #66.       

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Running Against the Wind

Posted on March 2, 2018 by whimsygizmo

… Just gotta put one foot in front of the other, take another step pull another breath find another song. Just gotta listen to the trees, they know things feet can’t know lungs can’t swallow sky can’t tell. Just gotta … Continue reading →

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