Category Archives: Quadrille

Origami Map 

Posted on April 3, 2023 by whimsygizmo

Wish we had an appto just fold the map, half all those miles and then half them again.  We’d step over oceans,statelinesand find we can make a quick whoosh  upon that compass rose star , and zoom zoom there you are.  :: It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and I’m … Continue reading →

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Greetings from a Distant Sighing Sky

Posted on February 6, 2023 by whimsygizmo

Ah, love.The world’s insane. Wish me a dandelion kite,a storm of ice, a startled star-ling murmured twice. Worrystone this warm butterscotchcandy sun untilthe sweetest edges begin to fray,then build me a bold bright moonto light our way. :: It’s Quadrille … Continue reading →

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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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night shift

Posted on September 6, 2022 by whimsygizmo

the stars are clocking inagain, twinkled noses setto grindstones. wishingmoments. filing awaythe hours. bathed in shine,we praise the darknessfull of shadowedsecretsand other unquietmatters of the heart. that swollen misfit moon,a work of art. ::I’m late to the party for this … Continue reading →

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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 →

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sans 

Posted on August 8, 2022 by whimsygizmo

i am -bic pen, a(r)che-typed in longing, serif soul smithed in mist and storm.  clouds are commas. this world:  a swirled parens awaiting closure, exposure to a lone ellipsis moon. sea-swooned,we would hold these truths, but nobody told us we could be  bold.   ::It’s Quadrille Monday over … Continue reading →

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Another Pin-Pricked Sigh Sky 

Posted on May 17, 2022 by whimsygizmo

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 →

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is there anybody out there? 

Posted on May 5, 2022 by whimsygizmo

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 →

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