Tag Archives: aubades

{and other theories of the dawn} 

Posted on May 17, 2023 by whimsygizmo

(an aubade)  :: we oh-bayed the sun, rose to his thorny shine.  even though this day’s got teeth. even though the moon had pull. even though all things flew south.  we looked him straight in his pretty, blingy mouth and tried to make sense of all this bright … Continue reading →

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what shall we call this small silence? 

Posted on April 22, 2023 by whimsygizmo

these hopeful moments before dawn that say anything could be, that we  could hold the whole earth in our hungry hands, swallow these last  stars. the ghosts of steam from our mugs make poems of all things,  this swirl of cream a galaxy.  that … Continue reading →

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Aubade to Rooster’s Crow 

Posted on November 15, 2022 by whimsygizmo

Somebody switched on the skylights too soonand the moon slipped out of her own silhouette  and we have yet to find a way to make her stay. I am already mourning stars, all pinpricked hope and other tiny ways to wish … Continue reading →

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aubade (in the key of d)

Posted on November 4, 2022 by whimsygizmo

(minor) morning breaks her open, flames too soon. she’s  already mourningdarkness, stars and a sinking treble-trembled moon. 

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aubade with a broken smile 

Posted on August 22, 2022 by whimsygizmo

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 →

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aubade to broken

Posted on April 9, 2022 by whimsygizmo

the day cracks open with a scarlet smile to hide its mourning.  that first bird caw is the empty gnaw of displaced dark.  we wanted more. we wanted all. we wanted whole moon-light, not that evil Cheshire cat smile broken fingernail crescent scar now fading.  ::In April, we poem.

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Aubade with Yolk on Its Face 

Posted on November 9, 2021 by whimsygizmo

:: And suddenly the day’s cracked open like a broken storm,with me alone at center.  :: In November, we poem. This one’s an aubade.

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Aubade with eggshell shards

Posted on April 22, 2021 by whimsygizmo

The day cracks open (again) too soon, all broken yolk goo and too-bright sky.  She wasn’t quite finished with that silken moon, the silver-blackeyed promises of stars.  It’s got sharp edges and a bird-song sting, too many things and not enough salt.  ::PAD, day 22.

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Abide (an Aubade)

Posted on November 30, 2020 by whimsygizmo

Crack open that bright blue dawn and watch the sun yawn and stretch again, begin to light our f(l)ight.  We raise wings and sing, abide in deeper things than the morrows and sorrows of this place. This day, we find grace in the staying.  :: it’s Quadrille … Continue reading →

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Hesitations of the Dawn

Posted on May 9, 2018 by whimsygizmo

We forget her scar -let dress is just for early risin’, surprisin’ us with all its crimson silk applause. Pause, take a second ………..look , and book a table for two near the horizon.   .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.  … Continue reading →

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