Tag Archives: 28 Days of Self-Love

Mirror Me a Moon

Posted on February 23, 2018 by whimsygizmo

Ask her to hold back those tides, allow me a little slumber, a little folding of the hands, a wane from these skies. She’s borrowing light again, and so am I, steadfast and longing. A tiny slice of lemon in … Continue reading →

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ask her who she is, she’ll tell you

Posted on February 22, 2018 by whimsygizmo

She is as moon, and does not hold her own full light; still, sometimes, she shines. An American Sentence poem for Day 22 for Grace’s 28 Days of Self Love. 

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a balancing of stones

Posted on February 22, 2018 by whimsygizmo

  she’s precariously held by wayward sky. Day 21 of Grace’s 28 Days of Self Love. In honor of actual self love, I’m not even gonna try to get caught up (took a fun long weekend off to spend with besties.) I’m simply gonna … Continue reading →

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So she’s holding herself together with both arms

Posted on February 13, 2018 by whimsygizmo

, Because stuff wants to fall out. Worries, and fears and all the nonsense of life. Because if she pulls her arms tight (just right), it all stays in. Impossible stardust, contained in cloud. Scatterings of tired brain, not said … Continue reading →

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Hourglasses and Sanctuaries

Posted on February 13, 2018 by whimsygizmo

  Prayer , a grain of sand in the sea. Unless your hands are quarreling yourself possible, form something. ……………Begin. Keep silent.   Prompted by day 13 of Grace’s 28 Days of Self Love challenge. This is a blackout poem, … Continue reading →

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the hair and there of it

Posted on February 12, 2018 by whimsygizmo

A shape poem for Grace’s 28 Days of Self Love challenge, day 11. Come play! And play magnetic poetry here. 

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Upward-Facing Poet

Posted on February 12, 2018 by whimsygizmo

There once was a girl who wore braids even when they all said act your age! And she donned yoga pants just to give peace a chance while she sat still and pressed words to page. .. Grace has us … Continue reading →

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Wonder in Indigo & Ebony

Posted on February 9, 2018 by whimsygizmo

  There’s a black smudge in a skeletal tree telling me secrets, in song. There’s a busy leaf, capturing breeze. The sky is that particular shade of blue that just makes my heart happy for no other reason than blue … Continue reading →

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Intricate Storms

Posted on February 8, 2018 by whimsygizmo

Photo credit: Abby Jackson (age 14)  .. For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow You sent abundant rain, O God, to refresh the weary land. Psalm 68:9  .. … Continue reading →

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Smashed Word Broken

Posted on February 7, 2018 by whimsygizmo

let all go – the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things – let all go dear so comes love – E.E. Cummings   .. I am shedding my old skins again. Onion to apple, just … Continue reading →

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