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Category Archives: Quadrille
Another Pin-Pricked Sigh Sky
I can’t think of a better medicine than stars for a ceiling. – Yellowstone :: Now I lay me down (to sleep) my fears my tears the tired trappings of my heart. A quieting restart,this midnight sky. My wayward soul to keep,counting (blessings) clouds as sheep. Standing still, I … Continue reading
is there anybody out there?
when the tree falls (in the forest) for the sky do you and i hear it, across all these miles? i know notof timbre falling ,but the stars are full of static electricity and the moon is all crescent cling and zing. ::I’ve been gleefully out of … Continue reading
Posted in Quadrille
Tagged moon, Quadrille, sky poems, static, timbre falling, tree falling in forest, zing
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poem stitched in sidewalk chalk
this poem is neither here nor there,line nor square (one). she has scrib-bled her-self in sidewalk chalk, and then hopscotched across her own bright skin,left just one small skipping stone within. shhh.she’s still here,still stained. waiting for rain. :: In April, we poem. This is also a second … Continue reading
Posted in April PAD 2022, Quadrille
Tagged chalk, hopscotch, poeming in chalk, skipping stones, square one, stones, this poem poems
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Murder of One
There’s a lone crow on a power (trip) line, squawking about somethingor other, and we’ve discovered there is nothing left to say. Somehow, we are both here (there, anywhere, nowhere) too lateand too soon. Our only remaining evidence: this chalk outline moon. :: It’s Quadrille Monday over at … Continue reading
Posted in Quadrille
Tagged chalk, chalk outline moon, counting crows, crows, moon, murder of crows, poeming in chalk
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paprika poem
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
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged dandelion fluff, Q44, Quadrille, season poems, seasoning, spicy poems, spring, spring fling, watch your tongue
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When the sun goes down and tomorrow isn’t promised
, we (bold) blow our breaths loose and wonderwish a way to say the stilted phrases,scattered phases of our long-lost selves. we sold our souls for a star,and we’re sorry. we hold our breaths for a silver-sliver of moon, a shiver of silence. :: It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and … Continue reading
Black thrones waiting for finger strikes {Wooing the Muse}
She’s a wily one-der, all curled up crescent like a soon-hiding moon. She swoons at sea, sirened only by salt. (But she can barely swim and gets con-fused.) Eyes closed, we clack. For our own (sanity) sake, we eat cake. And are not a-mused. :: … Continue reading
purple diamond delirious
Quadrille #2. Come play! Play magnetic poetry here.
Posted in magnetic poetry, Quadrille
Tagged magnetic poetry, poetical magnetism, Q44, Quadrille, sky, sky songs
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Borrowed Light
Even After All this time The Sun never says to the Earth, “You owe me.” Look What happens With a love like that, It lights the whole sky. ― Hafiz .. … We wonder if we’ll ever get the hang of … Continue reading
Posted in Quadrille
Tagged dVerse poems, moon, moonstones, Q44, Quadrille, sky, sky poems, sky songs, stars
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