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.

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{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

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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

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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.

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meanwhile the moon 

fancies herself a flowerin a field of star -seeds, (growing)                 glowingfrom the soil of sky.  ::

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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

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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

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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.

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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

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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

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