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Found Poem 

Posted on November 21, 2022 by whimsygizmo

We gather things: tender buttons, bits of string, sea glass, chimneysweep soot.  It’s not the stuff of dreams, but it holds us. The murmur of morning, the tick-toxic cluck of clock.  A wayward word. Some lint left overfrom yesterday’s storm.  ::In November, we poem.

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lost poem

Posted on November 6, 2018 by whimsygizmo

once flocked   in periwinkle chalk. if found, please breathe it to the stars.   ..

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found poem

Posted on November 6, 2018 by whimsygizmo

forgive me, for i discovered these words between tomorrow’s teeth, and the silences of stones.   .. In November, we poem. And poem and poem.     

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I Once Was Lost

Posted on February 5, 2018 by whimsygizmo

I am scribbler, seeker, word scavenger. Flit and flutter, dot-to-dot soul. I will clack black, indigo, and make worlds of all this silence.   A found poem scavenged from my own poem journal, for day 4 of Grace’s 28 days … Continue reading →

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Overheard Overhead

Posted on April 21, 2017 by whimsygizmo

{found poems in moon thought}   .. As far as mass goes, she’s a stone. No light of her own. The actual length, in flatrocks is waning. She’s shrinking, thinking. Looks prehistoric, right? She’s sky-wise and old bone tired. Wired … Continue reading →

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The Lady of Situations

Posted on April 15, 2016 by whimsygizmo

    What roots what branches this stony rubbish, …………………man. A heap of broken sunbeats, a dry stone. Come, I will show you …..shadow. I will show you ……………………dust. Call me the hyacinth girl, the Hyacinth garden. …….Neither. Nothing. ……..Silence. … Continue reading →

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I Say Sunrise

Posted on April 26, 2015 by whimsygizmo

… So don’t talk of thou -sand of hungry, Don’t harvest never -the less of learning. Only wor(l)dly phrasing is a crowd. Do you know things? ……….Keep them ……………….telling. . following Margo over to PoMoSco, day 26. A column-inch poem … Continue reading →

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Erasing Stars

Posted on April 21, 2015 by whimsygizmo

. Lumbering out of the water at night by daybreak, they return widely speculated, but two worlds found –fed on flow of river. Changes in rainfall concentrate in pools; the importance of because is intimately linked to the fate and … Continue reading →

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Fledgling Spring

Posted on April 19, 2015 by whimsygizmo

. How ever, under one name or another, stout beaks crush weed seeds. With my fieldglass, I soon locate the little bird (sometimes tangled by an old stone wall.) When you startle a sparrow, you may find it winter. Sometimes … Continue reading →

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A Sprinkling of Oleanders

Posted on April 16, 2015 by whimsygizmo

. Blond from woke, whiskers climbed last dry blooms, delicate leaves, spring flames like the roof. Mother: three quarter the could, the blond pale midnight like whiskers of climbed white desert, bed of moon. We woke the spotted shriveling blooms. … Continue reading →

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