Tag Archives: breathing in syllables

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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she runs

Posted on May 2, 2019 by whimsygizmo

 … {just one} mostly more, but never in            a        row. she knows she’ll never be a marathon girl or a speed queen, but she’s seen her strong legs fly, and listened to her lungs sing impossible air.     .. Written … Continue reading →

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Hold her carefully, in quiet hands

Posted on August 13, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. This poem is made of cardboard, clouds and clay. She only has a tiny thing ……………….(or two) to say, but she might shout it. She’s all about it – this sunslant, that breeze. She breathes in syllables and sighs; … Continue reading →

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running before the sun

Posted on August 17, 2017 by whimsygizmo

{wakes} ………{shines} …{takes} the day in another direction. be -fore the moon sleeps, tucked in tight and slightly tilted. before the pavement heats and the streets are filled with people and cars and busy-ness and business and all the nonsense … Continue reading →

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of syllables and snow

Posted on April 17, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. when the world goes white, let that lonely moon haiku you home.   ..

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Breathing Under

Posted on November 8, 2015 by whimsygizmo

. water saves us, staves off the thirst that only loss can know. Indigo steeps our skin, roadmaps our unquiet veins, stains the world in sky. Hand. Truth. Breath. Hold it all (loosely, love) while the helium balloon fills. Me? … Continue reading →

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helium

Posted on October 6, 2015 by whimsygizmo

(a double tanka of) helium .. her mama gave her a balloon with Mickey ears. no hesitation, (fly!) she let go of the string and giggled it to the clouds. forty years later, with a full inflated heart, tired empty … Continue reading →

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mountain place

Posted on July 1, 2015 by whimsygizmo

It’s as if her heart has been here, all along – strung by pine and breeze and reflection of sky …….and aspen song.     ..  

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a murmured minute minuet

Posted on June 25, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. hold your own breath one tick, one tock; find yourself here. ask the sky why she looses blue. kick the door open; break the lock. this symphony has its own sting – we’re living proof. as seconds pass, our … Continue reading →

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