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Category Archives: Quadrille
Origami Map
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
Greetings from a Distant Sighing Sky
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
Posted in Quadrille
Tagged dandelion poems, ice, moon poems, moon stones, murmuration, Q44, Quadrille, sky poems, stars, storms, wishes, worrystone sun
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oh, blackbird with a crooked wing
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
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lone peaceful sphere loosed in that inky black sky
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
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august and everything after
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
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night shift
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
aubade with a broken smile
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
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sans
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
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
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Tagged moon, Quadrille, sky poems, static, timbre falling, tree falling in forest, zing
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