Tag Archives: morning songs

what shall we call this small silence? 

Posted on April 22, 2023 by whimsygizmo

these hopeful moments before dawn that say anything could be, that we  could hold the whole earth in our hungry hands, swallow these last  stars. the ghosts of steam from our mugs make poems of all things,  this swirl of cream a galaxy.  that … Continue reading →

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After You Have Called Upon That One Last Wishing Star

Posted on May 7, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. , won’t you hold for me a petaled breeze between your teeth, speak some quiet sigh -lence into my hungry ear? will you save for me a song or two ………(a day, a year) from this crushed dawn; a … Continue reading →

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run two (point five)

Posted on August 16, 2017 by whimsygizmo

……..{miles} to feel alive, to feel the breeze on your face and the night sky on your skin. say good morning to the moon and the stars and the new grace that’s ours if we let it soak in. ..

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Renovating Dawn

Posted on March 22, 2017 by whimsygizmo

(an aubade) .. There weren’t quite enough clouds to stir up that crimson purple rose blush sort of sky cauldron, and the tangerine shine of rising yolk sun was acceptable, at best. Cue more birdsong. Cut the traffic din. Maybe … Continue reading →

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a.m.

Posted on March 22, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. birdcry; the warming of her skin by sunburst sky   ..

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tangerine sky

Posted on March 21, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… it floats up slow, like it’s got no place to be, no sea of blue to spotlight and sizzle. it breaches mountain top, climbs upupup, apricot fingers sticky with a new day’s hope.   ..   …

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birdsong

Posted on March 21, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. long my waiting into morning hope, a hum of blossomed breeze   ..

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aubade for the breaking of dawn, and heart

Posted on September 9, 2015 by whimsygizmo

… the sky cracks open its own starry chest, leaving …….only swallowed sorrow and a gasp …………….of fire.   .. prompted by poetic asides. 

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Mixed Bag

Posted on August 26, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. This mo(u)rning: (again) somebody shot some somebodies for no other reason than anger and hatred and pain. And the political rants are still a-ranting and chanting and planting their seeds of lies and deceit and illusion. And there’s never … Continue reading →

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Morning Psalm

Posted on May 14, 2015 by whimsygizmo

. You rose that golden shine right up into the sky again, spread a bright blue blanket of hope over my head. You swirled the clouds around to cotton all my sharp edges. You found me here broken, sang me … Continue reading →

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