.. S(p)ring a silly song, be-fuddle me a muddy-muse, so we can s(t)ring along. Cuddleme a cloud-phrase, huddleup in hiccup-daze; hunkerdown in puddle-praise, zipcrunchleap a poem. Fa-La-La a lullaby(e), fall into a murmured sky. Ink. Don’t think. And don’t ask why. … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged garbled grace, hiccups, ink don't think, lullaby, muddle, poeming on poeming, poems, puddle-praise, Q44, Quadrille, writing on writing
… they breathe in birdsong, the gentle longing for pocket-petal whisper fall on delicate ears. they laugh in flowers, the quiet hours of morning when the sun smiles a golden hiccup-up-up into the sky. .. twiglet #24.
.. Make a ceiling of this sky, indigo in all its glory. Embrace the bound -aries of this room, this infinite space, this place we’ve been given to inhale and exhale and grow to know our -selves, each other. Gather … Continue reading
Posted in poetic asides poems
Tagged bees, build bridges not walls, gathering stones, hiccups, hum, palming psalms, peace, poetic asides poems, seize the day, sky songs, stones unthrown, the gossip of stars, too much world