Tag Archives: elaborate storms

Hurricane Heart

Posted on March 11, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. I thought we were at war ………..before. The twister-tangled words, the crimson anger swirl, the broken glass. The hurt you hurled as you were leaving. The crash of anger -lightning, shattered zen. And then: this cloud (-stirred,shaken) ………..sky, spiked … Continue reading →

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Dandelion Kites in the Storm

Posted on August 1, 2018 by whimsygizmo

let all go – the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things – let all go dear so comes love – E.E. Cummings .. There’s a little girl twirling in the park over there; see her? … Continue reading →

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Pocket Storms

Posted on May 21, 2018 by whimsygizmo

… I have decided ……………(she thunders) that these last cold drops are mine, …..saved for a sunny day when arched and angry eyebrows know the sky shines quite too bright and I need just one little plop of …………….rain to … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille | Tagged elaborate storms, feel the thunder, Q44, Quadrille, rain, rain poems, storms, thunder | 17 Comments

Title Wave

Posted on April 28, 2018 by whimsygizmo

We tried to tell you the storm ………….was coming, that these phrases have been arranging their kin and ken in kingdom, phylum, class …….-ified order for weeks. In case you’re wondering, they’re here, and they’ve brought whirl ……………..-wind reinforcements. Have … Continue reading →

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storm fairy

Posted on September 13, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… so, listen: you’re either well -weathered wit(her), or you’re not. if you’ve caught her ……..(net, pocket, palm) you know the moment -airy calm she brings be fore. her satin ribbon hair’s a syllabic squall wibble-wobbly woven through this sky. … Continue reading →