Tag Archives: ekphrastic poems

Candlelit Windows and a Roof of Dusty Red

Posted on November 13, 2022 by whimsygizmo

(on pondering Van Gogh’s The Starry Night) :: Let’s paint a swirl of sky a spook of brush or fire a crook of moon. A lance-hatted churcha hill-wave rising, fireflies as sundog stars. ::

Posted in November Chapbook 2022 | Tagged ekphrastic poems, paintings, poeming in paint, swirl of sky, Van Gogh | 1 Comment

the tin man finds his heart

Posted on May 2, 2017 by whimsygizmo

Matt Dixon .. it starts with a spark, the way the ebony dress falls soft around him, a scrim of diamonds covering even the most rusted of scars. it only takes one small bright breath to fall in love with … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged diamonds, ekphrastic poems, robot poems, sky songs, stars, tin man | 6 Comments

Still Trying to Throw Her Arms Around the World

Posted on February 1, 2017 by whimsygizmo

Crossing the River – Ally Saunders .. I write in salt. Heart doubled and aching. Give me your (blessed are the) poor, your tired (oh, I am tired) your ……..(world) weary souls. Give me a riverbridge, a quiet song. Something … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems | Tagged crazy world, dVerse, ekphrastic poems, peace, Poetics, tired heart, too much world, trying to throw her arms around the world, writing in salt | 18 Comments

Icarus Ponders His Fall

Posted on October 12, 2016 by whimsygizmo

Should have gotten myself a good horse and a plow, some tangible now to hold onto with both bold hands, instead of these waxen whims. You’ll find me flailing as you’re sailing along, perhaps a pirate song on your tongue, … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged ekphrastic poems, Icarus, on Wednesdays we write, Poetic Asides prompt, wax wings, wings | 3 Comments

Significant Stones

Posted on April 6, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. Were they thrones, shaped for greater kings; tablets, commandments raised for lesser souls; tombstones to honor the past, templates for tomorrow? Granite soldiers, standing at attention, saluting another ……………………………sunrise? Ancient billboards, pre- Burma -Shave? Did they stave off giants, … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged advertising, ancient wonders, April PAD 2016, billboards, Burma-Shave, ekphrastic poems, Jenga, significant stones, stone poems, Stonehenge | 1 Comment

scrall

Posted on October 23, 2015 by whimsygizmo

No. 8, Black Flowing, Jackson Pollock .. we scribble scroll crawl our phrase to page, skull and hammer and football helmet daze. origami me ebony, please. i’ve got an angry pen that needs a good s n … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged angry pen, ebony, ekphrastic poems, Jackson Pollock, magpie image prompts, magpie tales, poeming, Poetry, sneeze poems, the mag | 4 Comments

Etching Herself a MoonSliver

Posted on September 25, 2015 by whimsygizmo

gorgeous photo by Tess Kincade .. Shiver only once in this braided light, and you’ll know the way ………………of sorrows. We’ve got a thou -sand tomorrows to fill, spill through this hour glass; scratch with this fingernail crescent scythe. … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged ekphrastic poems, glass houses, magpie tales, moon stones, poems on glass, the mag | 3 Comments

If you give a Scarecrow a Paintbrush

Posted on September 2, 2015 by whimsygizmo

, will he have the courage heart brains to stain his own yellow brick road? . painting and prompt from over at Toads.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged ekphrastic poems, garden with toads prompts | 8 Comments

Lace

Posted on May 26, 2015 by whimsygizmo

by Camille Pissarro . My collar is itchy and I’m twitchy with longing. I want to cast off all façade and plait my fin -gers through this crimson soil, forget myself. Perhaps if I just lie down right here, …..the … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged detail poems, ekphrastic poems, Margo Roby prompts, poeming, Poetry, sky poems, sky songs, tuesday tryouts | 9 Comments

Hope Twist (a tryst with something greater than all this skin)

Posted on May 26, 2015 by whimsygizmo

Photo credit: Paulix8 . She turns her wrists to remind her fists that ink is the only thing that needs …….to be ………..spilled. Prompted by mindlovemisery.