Tag Archives: dVerse

she’s all uppity, in her bright april sky

Posted on April 20, 2021 by whimsygizmo

spring’s got the bothers again,her bloom-ers all up in a tither, scattered hither-and-yon with yawn of breeze.  she’s got trees to woo,things to do, bees to boo into buzz.  sunshine’s waitingfor her to blushbudcry; hex and vex that startled stolen sky.  The Quadrille’s mine over at dVerse … Continue reading →

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Theory of Nothing Whatsoever

Posted on May 9, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. We chase the algorithms of the breeze, form a premise for the gibbous moon. Speculate upon her glow. We have formed a hypothesis or two, or three, about these shattered scattered stars. We can wax forth eloquent and strange … Continue reading →

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Fessin’ Up

Posted on January 17, 2019 by whimsygizmo

I am still waiting for the moon to find her own light. I mean, she can’t just lie there like a mirror forever, can she? Can I please hold something in my hands that might not wane? If I rip … Continue reading →

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Just between you, me and the fence post

Posted on November 5, 2018 by whimsygizmo

(wink, wink) , I think it’s all gonna be okay. I think love wins. I think the day gets saved by one small smile. I think the miles get paved in hope. I think we drink from saucers, over -flowing … Continue reading →

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The Low-Hummed Hope of Other Songs  

Posted on October 9, 2018 by whimsygizmo

  … We have wandered ……….(once again) too far. Become un -lucky in our gaze. These streetlights falter, alter shadows, offer cobbled stones. Perhaps we have bartered our broken much too soon, settled for the passing of the buck by … Continue reading →

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Sacred Ground & other Sorrows

Posted on August 27, 2018 by whimsygizmo

… Trace her indigo, emerald, blush of sunset, rise of moon. Name her lost daughter, holy place, mother earth -en fire, cold desire. Give her a swollen pasture soul, a staggered heartbeat under hungry feet. Quill her center in ancient … Continue reading →

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Corners(tones) First

Posted on July 30, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. She’s been home all of four days and she’s still trying to muddle-puzzle (befuddled, tear-puddled) out what this desert -cycle life is all about, how to scratch …..her name in more than Lake-soaked sand and …..the itch to be … Continue reading →

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Let’s Get Ourselves a Phone Booth

Posted on March 14, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. (circa 1984), and become something we’re not, or wish we were. Let’s ditch the glasses and the classes and all that harasses us deep. Let’s keep ourselves sane with super -lative breeze, and capes of daisy chains. Masks of … Continue reading →

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Because she has grown from this turquoise scrim,

Posted on February 13, 2018 by whimsygizmo

  She braids her roots into the stars, a triumph of chimneys at her crown. She ponders petals and sparrows, casts the moon, and pins it down.   .. Image by artist Catrin Welz-Stein Inspiring prompt from over at dVerse Poetics today, … Continue reading →

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of starlings, starts and stars

Posted on February 12, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. murmur me something in hungry ear; some -(n)ation of flock, and flight. some just-right square for be -ginnings. of significant light. twinkle in some small spin of silence. some mirth of mind. somewhere to find myself steeped in ink-sanity … Continue reading →

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