Tag Archives: #aprpad

love poem

Posted on April 21, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. this poem is that red, red rose that summer’s day the craving of mouth, voice, hair ………….(silent and staring) those cloudless climes and starry skies …………………….(dying, disappearing.) more thicker than forget, it’s counting the ways those moments of glad … Continue reading →

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one lone falling

Posted on April 20, 2020 by whimsygizmo

… she finds herself in mysterious skin, flush with ……(premise) promise, but hemmed ………(and hawed) in. she is just beginning to (accent) accept this new frame, these [brackets] and //bars//. she works ….(dances, runs, rhymes) to unravel this quiet dis … Continue reading →

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name her selah

Posted on April 19, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. this poem is a thump a bump a lonely howl , an embrace in the face of death. she’s a fixture of promise, a moment of resolve , some tender -ness at the hardened center of it all. .. … Continue reading →

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intricate howl

Posted on April 19, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. we embrace the space, these fixtures of lonely resolve. but there is still fear. of now. of when, and how. of things that go ………………………..{bump} in the night.   .. in april, we poem.       

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in protest of these most ridiculous times

Posted on April 19, 2020 by whimsygizmo

, {we gather} paint and chalk and sequins and glitter and markers and mayhem. and then we make a mess ……………………………..-age.   .. in april, we poem. sometimes late.       

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poema exotica

Posted on April 17, 2020 by whimsygizmo

. this poem is a rare bird, plumage primped and pulled to sun. she’s one of those tropical flowers with a thousand smaller blooms at center. she’s a spangled dragon – all sequined fire and iridescent skin. there’s some warpaint … Continue reading →

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the last of it

Posted on April 16, 2020 by whimsygizmo

there’s a crescent of hope in the sky that says we are for each other, even as we crumble. even as we fall. even as we leave ……..pieces of ourselves behind. still, …..small, we shine. the ……{not quite gibbous} gist … Continue reading →

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sequence

Posted on April 15, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. there are dragons, of course and some of them are wearing tutus and striped socks (because who can control these things?) and one sings acapella showtunes and shrugs feather-boa’d scaled shoulders at the world and you and you and … Continue reading →

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i am bic.

Posted on April 14, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. a pen with ink to give. a poem battling to breathe.   .. in april, we poem. sometimes we even use words.     

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why and wherefore

Posted on April 13, 2020 by whimsygizmo

  .. this poem has a point, a purpose. she’s poised to change the world, perhaps, with her iambi(c) -tion, her diction or her daisychain dismay – to give it some new sense of ………..(humor, space) sway. or maybe it’s … Continue reading →

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