Tag Archives: poemdemic

pocket change

Posted on April 26, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. let’s stuff some hope in there, and some kindness, too, a little sun -shine and some promises that just might fight these denim blues. we’ll need some unity and a quiet few who are willing to break through and … Continue reading →

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social breeze

Posted on April 24, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. it carries in the wisdom of these trees, the hum-hum-hummer of these birds, a hint of song. we’ve held it, quiet in our aching hands our un-hugging hands our un-holding hands our idle hands our hungry hands, but as … Continue reading →

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the girl who talked to trees

Posted on April 10, 2020 by whimsygizmo

… they call her forest faerie, ………wildling, wayward one. she is all these things and more. she’d tell you their stories if the moon would shine just right, …….but she has heard their bark, pressed her palms against ………………their darkness. … Continue reading →

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poemdemic and other sacred spells

Posted on April 6, 2020 by whimsygizmo

bubble bubble toil and trouble, eye of storm and hint of truth. the world’s gone all (we’re all mad here) multi-colored chaos, and now it’s only in magic swirl of words that we can lead and curl and kern and … Continue reading →

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palms, sunday.

Posted on April 5, 2020 by whimsygizmo

I need a moment to deliberate… -Alanis Morissette, ‘Uninvited’ .. our feet are tired, and so we count these things …………(eenie, meenie) on outstretched hands, hoping the sky might have …(miney, mo) answers we cannot find. all that blue … Continue reading →

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follow the yellow brick

Posted on April 3, 2020 by whimsygizmo

rode our way south hard and fast and furious as all ………….{get out}, watched the sun dip low and slow like a lemon …….dum-dum lollipop song. clicked our heels and kicked ’em up, headed for AnywhereButHere and OverThere and someplace … Continue reading →

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poemdemic

Posted on April 2, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. only here in sky of words do we lead and curl and kern ascloseasweplease. .. in april, wepoem.

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distancing

Posted on April 2, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. even the s t a r s are too far apart tonight and that small-sliver …………………………………moon has placed herself just out of reach. .. even far apart, we poem.

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This Tree Says We’re Together, Strong

Posted on April 1, 2020 by whimsygizmo

We are just standing here peeling bark from umber trunk, showing her age and waiting on proof. You tell me this breeze shall pass, this voice unlashed against all this ridiculous blue sky that defies the ragged edges of this … Continue reading →