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Author Archives: whimsygizmo
medium moon
she’s channeling the dead (stars) again, a largess undertaking since they rarely shine back. And no matter how full (fool) she gets, half-baked sugar cookie or ivory ring shine, she’s living l a r g eand feelin’ just fine. :: Written for Poetic Asides.
{and other theories of the dawn}
(an aubade) :: we oh-bayed the sun, rose to his thorny shine. even though this day’s got teeth. even though the moon had pull. even though all things flew south. we looked him straight in his pretty, blingy mouth and tried to make sense of all this bright … Continue reading
the moon (and other broken mirrors)
– an aubade :: mirror, mirror on (and off) the wall; so we say to seek our fairest days,find ways to catch glimpses of our eyes in stormy skies,the face we look (once) upon. Snow White got it right: the apple’s poison; so’s the dawn. ::Merril’s got a great Quadrille for us … Continue reading
Posted in aubades, dVerse poems
Tagged mirror mirror, mirrors, poison apple, Quadrille, Quadrille Mondays, snow white
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happystance
see, what happened was that she walked outside and breathed the blue sky and saw the sun’s smile and breathed and believed and turned her happen-stance into a happy d a n c e. ::Written for Poetic Asides.
Posted in poetic asides poems
Tagged believe, Breathe, dance, dances with poems, happystance, short poems, sky, small poems, sun
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meanwhile the moon
fancies herself a flowerin a field of star -seeds, (growing) glowingfrom the soil of sky. ::
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged flower poems, full flower moon, moon, nature poems, star seeds
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spun
it’s begun. the intricate weave of lines defined by strength, and shine. i watch her knit her home – a laira net a perfect lattice -work of art. alone in my own staggered start, i wish i had but half her focusher tensile power her sunlit gossamer beauty. Kim’s got a … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems
Tagged animal poems, habitats, poems on poeming, spider poems, weaving, webs
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Aubade to All Things Broken
The birds seem to know today’s got teeth. They cawand cry to a waking sky. Strangled sigh. Unfeathered hope. Slight scorch of sun. Meanwhile,the moon smiles on. ::Poetic Asides Wednesdays
Posted in aubades
Tagged birds, moon poems, moon stones, sigh, the day's got teeth, unfeathered hope
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A fair 70º after 3 days at 90º+.
:: A spring breeze stirsand these desert blooms nod their glee. :: Written for Misky’s Twigs.
Cartography 101
There’s an old man on the corner of North and True who says he’ll show me the way , but his compass rose blooms at the bottom of a bottle , so I think I’ll stick with this molasses sky and a map -led moon. ::It’s Quadrille Monday … Continue reading
one last flabbergasp
this poem is all a-flutter, a-mutter-ment of swallowed moon and muddled sun. she’s one (i am-bic) foot in, three (blank) sheets to the wind and counting. she’s a fountain of be -wild-erment, a copper sunrise penny spent on dandelion wisheswith fluff-fine handles. {bring candles.} she’s throwing a surprise party of … Continue reading
Posted in April PAD 2023
Tagged balloons, blank sheets, flabbergasp, iambic feet, last poem of April, moon, sun, surprise party, this poem poems, whew
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