Tag Archives: Margo Roby prompts

like a river

Posted on February 23, 2016 by whimsygizmo

(Monet)    … I am shaken, stirred, blurred he leads me into something that can breathe, beside the still never left drowning in my own salt waters.   .. Written for Margo’s Tuesday Tryouts. 

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Reckless Hope

Posted on January 12, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. Abandon ye all fear. Here ye (hear ye) shall only hear of things that stay, the way the sun shines through the broken. All un -spoken gifts shall remain. Are we nothing if not banished? Give us this day … Continue reading →

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Moon in a Mason Jar

Posted on October 28, 2015 by whimsygizmo

They say she’s just going through a phase, but I know she’s a moody blue, so I tuck her in with sacred limbs, …………snow, and sigh -lence.   .. inspiring visual and prompt from over at margo‘s.   

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Of Cottages and Clouds

Posted on September 29, 2015 by whimsygizmo

Fisherman’s House at Varengeville, by Monet. . It’s loud, this salt. This briny ribbon breeze blown in, tinged with turquoise and pastel time. She’s shaped a world of quiet seafoam clay, steeped the day in parchment sky and silence. Come. … Continue reading →

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That Witch Cannot be Unseen

Posted on September 23, 2015 by whimsygizmo

… She’ll get you, my pretties (and your little dog, too), but what really got me was those freaking freaky flying monkeys. Be still my ruby shoes. All the courage in the world couldn’t get that infested sky out of … Continue reading →

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because i am yet unfinished,

Posted on August 27, 2015 by whimsygizmo

. i will allow these cobbled walls to sing their bumpy beginnings, give their mortared veins a chance to breathe. let us fill these center places with salt, silt, sky; stain them with truth and the moss green of breeze. … Continue reading →

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Dream Sequence

Posted on June 2, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. We raise our long -ing legs, but cannot run. There is something democratic about it, as if a committee was formed, and the idea of actual motion was heartily rejected with just enough nays. But you are always ahead … Continue reading →

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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 →

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Loose Change

Posted on May 19, 2015 by whimsygizmo

prompted by margo’s tuesday tryouts.

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Measures

Posted on May 12, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. Ohhhh. What does that pay? the people sometimes say when I tell them I’m a poet. I wish I could show them my extensive hyphen collection, or a thousand and one ways to de -scribe the sky, but usually … Continue reading →

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