Tag Archives: November poems

early flowers

Posted on November 29, 2016 by whimsygizmo

(though love be a day and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing.) – E.E. Cummings  .. we are ever falling softly, pale and petaled and waiting for our souls to set.   .. NovPAD, day 29.

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moon voyage

Posted on November 27, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. we long to press our footprints in -to her milky skin, see once and for all if she truly is made of stone, reflecting light that’s not her own. we long to build ourselves a tiny cottage there, a … Continue reading →

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Pillow Case

Posted on November 21, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… Eyelash flutter cool side clean, midnight mutter waking dreams. .. NovPAD, day 19 (still catching up, backwards.) 

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play my name

Posted on November 16, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… across this whispered breeze treble-trembled soft, and spit-shined fine. form my syllables from songs of sky and moon and sea; see how they define me.     …

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contrary concrete

Posted on November 15, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. there’s art on her way into the city. also, an ex -pletive or two. she likes to count the letter Zs. see how many she can catch before the buildings scrape the sky. there’s a guy on the last … Continue reading →

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Call Me Home {with this One Last Whisper}

Posted on November 9, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. Ishmael, wandering half ……..brother, late for dinner, son of a birch tree. Root. Leaves. Call me daughter, mother, ……lover, friend. Moon, stars, ……sky. Sea. Everything, …..nothing. And all things in between.     .. November PAD, day 9. 

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the more things

Posted on November 8, 2016 by whimsygizmo

though life’s lived wrongsideout,sameness chokes oneness – E.E. Cummings, love’s function is to fabricate unknownness    .. that we pile upon our piles and while away with worry and squander in our selfish pockets the more strings attached the more … Continue reading →

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