Category Archives: scribbling storms

Commanding Clouds 

Posted on November 2, 2022 by whimsygizmo

If you’re gonna poke a stick at the sky, you’d better chant a bit and sell a little of your soul.  There’s a slow pre-thunder roll that says we asked for this,that bliss is just the other side of broken -open clouds. That rain bows to … Continue reading →

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This Poem Ain’t Over

Posted on November 30, 2019 by whimsygizmo

’til it’s over there. So hand it to a friend or fiend or your worst enemy or the girl next door or the guy down the street. This poem still has lots to say, to sway, to make hay while … Continue reading →

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Have nightshirt, will travel. {Mr. Midnight & Mrs. Moon make the most of free will}

Posted on November 30, 2019 by whimsygizmo

  Once upon a time, they danced. Graced the stars from A to Z, poemed in tercets. An opening act of smile and frown, they dip and weave in all dog star sirius-ness, watch their reflections pen prime haiku in … Continue reading →

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Storm’s End

Posted on November 30, 2019 by whimsygizmo

We have been hailed on and snowed in and torn -ado tumbled. We’ve hollowed hurricanes and braved the rain and cycloned half past one. And now here we sit, silent in the sun.   ..I In November, we poem.      … Continue reading →

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when the wind whispers to the moon

Posted on November 26, 2019 by whimsygizmo

, he says there’s a storm on the way. buckle down, get strong. she says i’m already strong. unties her belt and begins to dance.     . In November, we poem. 

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Last Petal

Posted on November 26, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. This poem has fallen in and out of love with her -selves long before this sixth line. She’s daisy-chain tired and yet tried and true. She’s blue. And a particular shade of gray. She really really ……………….(really) wants to … Continue reading →

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Striking Sky

Posted on November 20, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. God’s taking full -flash photos again and it all rips open in a zigzag stab of gold cracking black in half, all clacking cymbals and flickered blaze. Our gaze is broken by thunder, struck by time, backlit by the … Continue reading →

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Early to bed

Posted on November 18, 2019 by whimsygizmo

  …  , cuz the sky’s got an early ………………………(red) warning system that says we’re broken, that all this unspoken thunder might just crack us open before we’ve had time to fully rise.   ..In November, we poem. This one’s … Continue reading →

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treble ahead

Posted on November 18, 2019 by whimsygizmo

         …………………my heart – ………………………………………………a cacophony of rain, a symphony of storms.     ..In November, we poem.   

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Midway through the storm

Posted on November 15, 2019 by whimsygizmo

, we warm ourselves on lightning rods. We rumble thunder across our skin, begin in raindrops. We thin the skies with contemplated clouds, and sing aloud our own singed songs. We’re tornado-strong and tumbled. We’re hurricane-half -way there, and helterskeltered … Continue reading →

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