Author Archives: whimsygizmo

and the sky played on

Posted on November 30, 2022 by whimsygizmo

she never knew the moon was made of music, orion belting out the blues. and then she flew, mad as midnight, wild as stars. ::In November, we poem.

Posted in November Chapbook 2022 | Tagged midnight, moon, most mad and moonly, music, Orion, orion's belt, sky poems, we're all mad here, wild, wild as stars | 3 Comments

beach sand

Posted on November 30, 2022 by whimsygizmo

if you hold it just right (in pocket, in hand)it’s magic fairy dust. :: Quickly, day 30. I may write more later, but today’s nuts.

Posted in Miz Q Prompts | Tagged beach sand, Lake, pockets, tiny poems | 1 Comment

Posted on November 29, 2022 by whimsygizmo

The Sun’s Up Again And the world keeps turning and the sky keeps squawking and I swear you just keep talking, while the geese fly by like little white lies. Catch one for me, and wring its neck. I dare you. ::In November, we poem.

Posted in November Chapbook 2022 | Tagged aubade with a broken neck, geese, little white lies, sun | 2 Comments

The Fox & the Gazelle

Posted on November 29, 2022 by whimsygizmo

(Do tell.) :: They gaze and graze and guzzle,stopping over the winter stream. Somebody wished on a star, but put a stopper in the jar. Don’t ask the geese, they’ve got enough flop. (Full stop.) Corn popsthen stops. How do I love … Continue reading →

Posted in Miz Q Prompts | Tagged but not really, ghazal, nonsense poems | 2 Comments

True North and Other Quiet Lies

Posted on November 29, 2022 by whimsygizmo

The compass says we’re therebut I still feel the pull of something greater, some crater in my soul that says we’ve got a ways to go. We wake. We give. We grieve. We take. We’re born. We mourn all those livesthat could be ours. And we … Continue reading →

Posted in November Chapbook 2022 | Tagged compass, give and take, grieve, lies, stars, true north, Truth | 3 Comments

Posted on November 28, 2022 by whimsygizmo

Re:Mused (the one with all the titles) for want of wings, here in the resolve of remaining, (with Poe, of trees),we are shaking out the down placing deliberate storms in bold pockets, found poems of Icarus waning, moonsquabble myths of moon. (come, o better fates) assessment: after all … Continue reading →

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grey balloon set in a painted sky

Posted on November 27, 2022 by whimsygizmo

:: why don’t you embrace all that blue? :: Quickly, day 27.

Posted in Miz Q Prompts | Tagged balloon, Blue, embracing blue | 5 Comments

Shaking out the Down

Posted on November 26, 2022 by whimsygizmo

“I am a feather for each wind that blows.” William Shakespeare :: Look up, the sky’s a fluffered songof promise. A float of hope. Let’s make ourselves a small and quiet place to gather these loose quills caught. **Cue the lightning.** On second thought, let’s not. … Continue reading →

Posted in November Chapbook 2022 | Tagged down, feathers, lightning, quills, second thoughts, Shakespeare, sky poems, thoughts caught | 2 Comments

PoeTree

Posted on November 26, 2022 by whimsygizmo

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.– Edgar Allan Poe :: We’ve got this hunger, see? These walls around our chambered souls, these syllables overflowing. Our veins are … Continue reading →