Tag Archives: micropoetry

syrup sky

.. she breathes …………….oh, my under waffled clouds.   .. I soooo wish I could take credit for the title phrase, but it’s Misky’s twiglet today. Come play!       

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as it turns out,

  … we are smallish dragons, wayward songs, tiny poems waiting to be caught …….{fought, taught} by the tail, flailed in storms.     ..

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moon mother lathers the sky

  play magnetic poetry here. 

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why she spills

  … her dna is ink, ………..I think, some splat ….-tered stain ….in violent strain.     ..

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fa la la

.   . prompted by Quickly in November, day 26. 

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three-fourths water, one part salt

.. ………….first, the rain: drizzled down like sea fallen from this gray sky. then the notion that it’s all just spilling to earth.   ..prompted by B&P‘s Shadorma & Beyond at mindlovemisery  

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cloud empire

  play magnetic poetry.

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The Significance of Snow

2am and she calls me ’cause I’m still awake. “Can you help me unravel my latest mistake? I don’t love him…winter just wasn’t my season.”                                                          – Anna Nalick, Breathe . It falls soft on everything, makes even harsh seem beautiful: … Continue reading

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The Everyday Stirrings of Smallish Dragons

artwork by Ulrike Bolenz . Shake the sky. She’ll curl low; trace ………maps, traps, wings, …..and other all -important unfoldings. . Written for magpie tales.

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Delinquencies

The (pied) piper’s about to have his day, have his way with all this red ………….(tape). Let’s just escape, ……skedaddle. ………….Scram. …Bam! Seriously, though. I’m begging you, dog. Like that homeless guy with the cup ……………….(remember?) on our way ……………in … Continue reading

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