Tag Archives: aching sky

syrup sky

Posted on November 19, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. she breathes …………….oh, my under waffled clouds.   .. I soooo wish I could take credit for the title phrase, but it’s Misky’s twiglet today. Come play!       

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{after the rain}

Posted on November 12, 2019 by whimsygizmo

… The sky’s got a funny gray way of forgiving us our stray thunder.         ..In November, we poem. Sometimes, in form. This one is an American Sentence.   

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morning glories

Posted on November 1, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. this pen these keys the long slow please -pull of coffee and precious pre-chaos dark. this spark and all its ancient fire and ice and storm and strum. the thrum of heart beat black and blue and clacked to … Continue reading →

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All Rise

Posted on October 3, 2018 by whimsygizmo

I say the tragedy is how you’re gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on So shine the light on all of your friends… – Jason Mraz   .. This sky’s got a million ways of cracking … Continue reading →

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Aching Like Indigo

Posted on January 24, 2018 by whimsygizmo

… We’re keeping secrets again – under our hats, beneath our skin, between these dot-to-dot stars. The sky’s a sigh of boundless deep, a place to chalk our whispers and our want. A haunt of hope.   .. twiglets #60 … Continue reading →

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