Tag Archives: #inaprilwepoem

in protest of these most ridiculous times

Posted on April 19, 2020 by whimsygizmo

, {we gather} paint and chalk and sequins and glitter and markers and mayhem. and then we make a mess ……………………………..-age.   .. in april, we poem. sometimes late.       

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poema exotica

Posted on April 17, 2020 by whimsygizmo

. this poem is a rare bird, plumage primped and pulled to sun. she’s one of those tropical flowers with a thousand smaller blooms at center. she’s a spangled dragon – all sequined fire and iridescent skin. there’s some warpaint … Continue reading →

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the last of it

Posted on April 16, 2020 by whimsygizmo

there’s a crescent of hope in the sky that says we are for each other, even as we crumble. even as we fall. even as we leave ……..pieces of ourselves behind. still, …..small, we shine. the ……{not quite gibbous} gist … Continue reading →

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sequence

Posted on April 15, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. there are dragons, of course and some of them are wearing tutus and striped socks (because who can control these things?) and one sings acapella showtunes and shrugs feather-boa’d scaled shoulders at the world and you and you and … Continue reading →

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i am bic.

Posted on April 14, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. a pen with ink to give. a poem battling to breathe.   .. in april, we poem. sometimes we even use words.     

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why and wherefore

Posted on April 13, 2020 by whimsygizmo

  .. this poem has a point, a purpose. she’s poised to change the world, perhaps, with her iambi(c) -tion, her diction or her daisychain dismay – to give it some new sense of ………..(humor, space) sway. or maybe it’s … Continue reading →

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emberlings

Posted on April 12, 2020 by whimsygizmo

  there are too many un -knowns now, and so we have stopped asking questions. instead, we build a fire and watch the dragon spirits rise. … in april, we poem. and here there be dragons.     

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force quit

Posted on April 11, 2020 by whimsygizmo

would you blame us for taking this all the way to the edge, all the way to the ledge where the questions are few? nobody asked us what we wanted. nobody suggested we weren’t complete. and yet here we are, … Continue reading →

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rebel breeze

Posted on April 11, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. don’t stand down -wind of this poem; she’ll blow ……………..(her top) you away with her intricate spin. she’s in -sane, deranged and estranged from her own phrase. she’s lost her power somewhere between the devil and the deep blue … Continue reading →

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the scribbler who scrambled her words

Posted on April 10, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. this poem has egg on her face, a trace of pent ………….(up anger) -ameter under her skin. she’ll assemble her sent -ences in some semblance of sway, but no way is she going to make them march ……….(or april, … Continue reading →

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