Tag Archives: birds

Aubade to All Things Broken

Posted on May 3, 2023 by whimsygizmo

The birds seem to know today’s got teeth. They cawand cry to a waking sky. Strangled sigh. Unfeathered hope. Slight scorch of sun. Meanwhile,the moon smiles on. ::Poetic Asides Wednesdays

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Distant Stars

Posted on October 25, 2017 by whimsygizmo

…   Struck, we recruit that most madly moon ….(magnetic in her cloudy sway) to deem us worthy of our carbon, our base, our centers, our side -real longings. She’s a powdered compact, a mask we choose to pull from … Continue reading →

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grace graffiti, and the reason why she sings

Posted on April 24, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. :: listen: the birds have hum -bled hallelujahs for another broken dawn. ::

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Fledgling Thoughts, Caught

Posted on September 20, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. They are the stuff of fluff, and float. Of pillows and bed and quiet nesting. Of arrow quest and scritching quill. Of flutter. Of hollow bones and hope and reasons to fly. We collect them in jars and quivers, … Continue reading →

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Defending the Dawn

Posted on April 11, 2016 by whimsygizmo

(an aubade)   .. Let the record show the awe of quiet. The spread of not-yet light across a waking sky. Leaf flutter lashes tumbling night from their grasp. Ask the birds your many quest -ions; have them swear to … Continue reading →

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Sky Murmurations

Posted on March 22, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… The moon is crying new bloody murder, a mewing crackle of dark sky rumor slain. The stars: a gulp of constellation. a spiraling squabble. a shimmer of silence. a chattering prayer. The sun’s a bellowing yellow -bellied hope, a … Continue reading →

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Sketching the sky on the legs of my favorite jeans

Posted on March 8, 2016 by whimsygizmo

..   My hands are quiet birds held at bay, softer songs than those worth singing. I count sheep, wishing stars, dandelion kites, a world of wrongs. Erase them all. Press gifts to heart, name them one by one. Sometimes, … Continue reading →

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brain sculptors

Posted on December 14, 2015 by whimsygizmo

(aerial duels, investigated) .. sabotage the cerebellum by snow, sand, apple fallen too far from the beanstalk. twisting crayon canyons wax forth in the shelter of each other, patterned back -grounds, windy hills. she is teen queen, radical in her … Continue reading →

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