Monthly Archives: November 2025

unvexed

Posted on November 30, 2025 by whimsygizmo

, this poemis the next one standing.  not the best,not the last, not a blast of air from an ardent sky. a whispered                            (why)wave, a remnant saved and shaved from starlight.  this poem is a nexus of fire and ice, just the nice girl next door who threwon … Continue reading →

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pancakes or waffles? 

Posted on November 29, 2025 by whimsygizmo

it’s all the same mix, reallythese poetic tics of syllable and song.  this hanging  line, that starlit swoon,the way the moon borrows both lightand time.  she thrums. she hums.she drugs herself withlove and hate and dragonfire. she gathers wild  and paper-scrapes her skin to form a … Continue reading →

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what of it? 

Posted on November 29, 2025 by whimsygizmo

and what about the waythe day has changed us,rearranged us into some-thing more, some brighter score of sky and sigh -lence? what about the frayof moon that swoons and woosus sacred fools into her muse-ypool of starry-eyed goo, waitingto be molded … Continue reading →

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nice one

Posted on November 27, 2025 by whimsygizmo

 this poem is made of sugar and spice,maple and nutmeg.  she’s not too proud to (occasionally) begand polite enough to say she’s pleased to be squeezed into these lines.  she’s fine -tuned and mad -mooned and loony -bloomed with delight about the way things just might turn about. she’s  leaving love notes for the sky … Continue reading →

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a thrum of thanks to this gracious sky 

Posted on November 27, 2025 by whimsygizmo

the world has changed againand fear is leaning in,grief pressing down like water. but  have you seen these clouds,all nicely splayed and gatheredround as if today’s the day? as if the way  the sky’s parade might seize her swaymight just turn things around, ground  … Continue reading →

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oh, she’s going somewhere soon. 

Posted on November 26, 2025 by whimsygizmo

this poem is one me-andering sea, rising wild and free, remembering to taste her salt.  she’s fond of moon, the way it tilts and stills her,holds her fast and bids her slow.  this poem is another me-andering one forgetting to pause for breath, groaning at the sun.  ::Prompted by … Continue reading →

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love notes 

Posted on November 25, 2025 by whimsygizmo

{this is just to say} drive safe.sleep good. eat healthy, like you should.  get some sunand hug a tree.  i’ll leave the light on.  love, me  ps: i left you some plums.  :: hate mail dear today: please go away.  :: Love/anti-love poems prompted by … Continue reading →

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here there be 

Posted on November 24, 2025 by whimsygizmo

tiny dragons breathing post-it note fire and flutter-bys with chocolate wings, ampersands to stomp the land, and klingons craving fancy things.  creepy-crawlies casting spells and weevils ringing wedding bells,cloud-cats raveling moony yarn  and honeydew bees that buzz no harm.  the forest says: come one, come all – when … Continue reading →

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note on the fridge door 

Posted on November 24, 2025 by whimsygizmo

fine, eat all the plums.  i pre-fer thepersimmons.  :: Prompted by Poetic Asides. And William Carlos Williams.

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today{healing season}

Posted on November 24, 2025 by whimsygizmo

i hope this time next year i remember to forget the hip, the pain, the strain, and simply sigh and smilewhen i remember the “welcome home” sign.  ::My Daddy made my Mama the sweetest “Welcome Home” sign this afternoon, when we brought her … Continue reading →

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