Tag Archives: bruises

Tuesday Night, 1991 

Posted on April 14, 2022 by whimsygizmo

She’s searching for meaning in the shadows on the ceiling,  some wraith to warn her, ban-shee her way fully awake; there’s a hole in the kitchen wall now  and a ghost of a chance she’ll still stay.  The day’s a fading bruise of forked-tongue … Continue reading →

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Squall

Posted on June 5, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. She blames the rain {again}. A gain of drop on skin; a loss of something more. The sky is broken open, full of bruises, old songs. She’s waiting for the sun to sigh, tell her how to feel again, … Continue reading →

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Snapping at the Sky

Posted on May 31, 2017 by whimsygizmo

She’s bruised, but I can’t tell if she’s abused …………….or just camera shy.   .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.   

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this poem is a smallish smudge

Posted on January 27, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. that just won’t budge, or swim, or take a decent bath. it’s stained in both strained peas and song, the quiet longing of a scrib -bled cloud. it leaks out loud, of ink and salt and ‘not my fault’ … Continue reading →

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