Category Archives: dVerse poems

oh, blackbird with a crooked wing

Posted on November 14, 2022 by whimsygizmo

all broken midnight feathered thing, shall you only sigh to sky? i crimp your caw to heart and i long to loan you sting of bee and yawn of moonor paper dragon fire, the bold desire to build your (wings) self of steam. ::It’s Quadrille Monday over at dverse, … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille | Tagged blackbird poems, broken midnight, broken wings, feathers, flight, self of steam, wing | 20 Comments

Of death, and days

Posted on November 1, 2022 by whimsygizmo

(for my great-grandmother) And crabapple orchards and hand-carved woodtravel souvenirs and decades-oldhard candies in delicate dishes. Named Pearl,she did both agitateand shine. Her noodles were legendary.(I got sick on them once,and that was the end of that.) Her crooked old … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems | Tagged dementia, Dia de Los Muertos, Grandma Needham, memories, noodles, November poeming | 35 Comments

lone peaceful sphere loosed in that inky black sky

Posted on October 31, 2022 by whimsygizmo

booooo. the world’s gone down-ward spiral again, all clunk and funk and junk-mail treason. loss of reason,rhyme. time. but hush now, come with me. look up,the sky’s gone quiet. we’ll ask the moon to scare you upa spot of tea. :: It’s … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille | Tagged boo, moon poems, Q 44, Quadrille, Quadrille Monday | 27 Comments

august and everything after

Posted on September 19, 2022 by whimsygizmo

forgiveness comes injuts and startspieces,parts. and so does fear. here,questions unanswered,truths unsaid,his icy stare. there,a ragged hole in the wall;(not, quite)(not quite, yet)the last straw. just one more(sharp)tiny hole-punchto her heart. It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and I’m hosting. … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille | Tagged august and everything after, hole in the wall, past life poems, punch, Q44, Quadrille | 26 Comments

aubade with a broken smile

Posted on August 22, 2022 by whimsygizmo

morning breaks us open, and we ponder dragon-breath clouds and all that crimson fire. we’ve already held these miles between our teeth and found them too salty, too muddled-much for day’s embrace. the sky’s a quiet place to trace our last good -byes. ::Linda’s got a great word … Continue reading →

Posted in aubades, dVerse poems, Quadrille | Tagged aubades, here there be dragons, morning, pondering clouds, Q44, Quadrille, sky songs | 20 Comments

purple tigers in curious snow

Posted on April 19, 2022 by whimsygizmo

it’s only once (maybe twice) in a blue moon that we know what we’re doing. we of the viole(n)t fingers. we of the ivory page. we scrape our inky stripes and cage our own roared voices into petaled phrase in hopes of taming heart. we start withthorn and scratch our … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems | Tagged dVerse poems, poeming, Poetics, rose by any other, rose names, tiger, writing on writing | 8 Comments

RoofDragon

Posted on April 12, 2022 by whimsygizmo

Watch her land and stand watch. Catch her spare spangled scales as they fall. Hear her talons scritch, the roared hitch in her song. She’ll cover you in veiny wingsthe smoky ink of starry breaththe embered scent of sky. She’ll warm you, warn you. Teach you … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems, Uncategorized | Tagged artists, dragon poems, ekphrastic, here there be dragons | 14 Comments

Refrain

Posted on April 6, 2022 by whimsygizmo

Paint the sky a hue that you have never seen. Paint a cave and sit with your own darkness. Paint a wave and ride it to the sun. Paint with your fingers, toes. Nose. Suppose your body is a brush. Hush. Paint the silence. … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems | Tagged anaphora, finger paint, paint, repetition | 10 Comments

paprika poem

Posted on April 4, 2022 by whimsygizmo

spring flings in; we twirl and spin between the limbs and dance our -selves silly. the sky’s addicting. maybe we’re high on dandelion fluff. maybe we’ve achoo’d our way to sun. whatever the reason,we’ve decided spicy’s just fine for any scribbledseason. :: It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and … Continue reading →