Category Archives: Quadrille

purple diamond delirious

Posted on September 21, 2020 by whimsygizmo

Quadrille #2. Come play! Play magnetic poetry here.

Posted in magnetic poetry, Quadrille | Tagged magnetic poetry, poetical magnetism, Q44, Quadrille, sky, sky songs | 24 Comments

Borrowed Light

Posted on September 21, 2020 by whimsygizmo

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 | 52 Comments

Eve’s Dropping

Posted on September 8, 2020 by whimsygizmo

And that full fierce moon is rising again, untying again, setting herself loose, a balloon unstringed. She’s got a whole new helium-heck of hallowed …………………..(waning) reasons why , and those trees are setting their limbs for (l)eavesdropping, finding new space … Continue reading →

Posted in moon poems, Quadrille | Tagged eavesdropping, moon poems, moon stones, Q44, Quadrille, sky songs, the tao of trees | 6 Comments

ambivalent bumfuzzled poet

Posted on August 25, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. i just don’t wanna play today (no way), just wanna sit on my bum and say (oh, hey!) let’s build a blankey fort and doodle away some time, … Continue reading →

Posted in Quadrille, Uncategorized | Tagged blanket forts, bum, bumbershoot, bummer, hiding, in which she attempts to write during the global pandemic of COVID-19, let's not write, pandemic poems, Q44, Quadrille | 8 Comments

searching for color in a desert world

Posted on August 13, 2020 by whimsygizmo

this is no garden place, these terra cotta hills and mountain face. she aches for blue beyond this sky, some rainbow’d why. but still she finds a slip of pink to fuel her ink; a bramble of crimson, that golden … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille, Uncategorized | Tagged bramble, color, garden, Q44, Quadrille, saffron, searching for color in a desert world, sunrise | 10 Comments

poem reparations

Posted on May 18, 2020 by whimsygizmo

she wishes she could fix her muse, air her out in clothes-pinned sunshine, breeze away these blues. perhaps she’ll braid her through dragonclouds or button her to the moon. here, won’t you glue her brittle-broken pieces, shake them loose, fasten … Continue reading →

Posted in Quadrille | Tagged muse, musing, Q44, Quadrille, Quadrille Monday | 26 Comments

a wish, a rant, a roar

Posted on March 10, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. a small stirring in the slow hollows of her bones. a hallowed breath of broken wayward shaken sky. a sigh. a song. the long long stretch of day. a freckled thought that says she is ungrowing. a fraction caught … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille | Tagged Q44, Quadrille, Quadrille Monday (or Tuesday as the case may be), rant, roar, ungrowing, wish | 8 Comments

Because I have not had my fill of falling

Posted on February 10, 2020 by whimsygizmo

, I am taking off my shoes and standing barefoot at the edge of it all once again, shouting nonsense-something to my echo-self and asking her to keep me company, fill this lonely void with laughter’s roar until the … Continue reading →

Posted in Quadrille | Tagged fill, Q44, Quadrille, Quardrille Monday, storms | 27 Comments

daisies raising faces to a star-spilled sky

Posted on January 27, 2020 by whimsygizmo

go ahead, please. keep the world at bay while i bray at this moon. the sky’s got a crazy way of healing me at center, a tune that’s set to stun – the only one that can uncrumple my petaled … Continue reading →