Tag Archives: PAD Challenge 2019

when the wind whispers to the moon

Posted on November 26, 2019 by whimsygizmo

, he says there’s a storm on the way. buckle down, get strong. she says i’m already strong. unties her belt and begins to dance.     . In November, we poem. 

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Last Petal

Posted on November 26, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. This poem has fallen in and out of love with her -selves long before this sixth line. She’s daisy-chain tired and yet tried and true. She’s blue. And a particular shade of gray. She really really ……………….(really) wants to … Continue reading →

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Seeing ourselves in raindrops

Posted on November 10, 2019 by whimsygizmo

  ..  We watch the rain reflecting all our falling, puddling all our pain. .. In November, we poem. Sometimes, a day late.     

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Aubade for a Sky Cracked Open

Posted on April 1, 2019 by whimsygizmo

  Mourn that moon, gone too soon, swallowed whole by ombre blue and egg yolk rising. Perhaps she’s got work to do on the other side, as we run and hide and vow of silence in the drench of dawn. … Continue reading →

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