Tag Archives: Poetic Asides

Dandelion Fluff

Posted on September 12, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. They say size doesn’t matter and then they say dream big, but I prefer these tiny breaths and the way the breeze teases my heart into flight. You blink at all that sacred spotlight; I think I’ll save myself … Continue reading →

of thrones

Posted on September 5, 2018 by whimsygizmo

we reign and roam in intricate stone -faced poker skies. you raise; i’ll fold my hands and praise the storms that rise. we deal and dwell in joy that’s spelled in sorrow’s songs. you show; i’ll tell the world to … Continue reading →

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Play, and other Sacred Grounds

Posted on August 29, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. We’re merry (go-round and round and round) enough, thank you. For once, we’ll take a generous portion of swing and sway , with a poem on the (other) ………………..s(l)ide. .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.

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Bad Blood Blues

Posted on August 23, 2018 by whimsygizmo

Hey won’t you play another somebody done somebody wrong song? – B.J. Thomas .. Nah. I have grown weary of heart -ache and heartbreak and the un -quiet mistakes that unravel us, whole ; the strains that stain our … Continue reading →

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Dandelion Kites in the Storm

Posted on August 1, 2018 by whimsygizmo

let all go – the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things – let all go dear so comes love – E.E. Cummings .. There’s a little girl twirling in the park over there; see her? … Continue reading →

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cues

Posted on May 30, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. sometimes they spark if you hit them just right, let them bump and grind, find their way along felt. we talk and chalk a few things up to strong drinks and weakness, the way the tables have turned, the … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged cue, eight ball, playing pool, pockets, Poetic Asides, pool, shooting pool, tiny stories in poem pockets | 2 Comments

Hesitations of the Dawn

Posted on May 9, 2018 by whimsygizmo

We forget her scar -let dress is just for early risin’, surprisin’ us with all its crimson silk applause. Pause, take a second ………..look , and book a table for two near the horizon. .. Prompted by Poetic Asides. … Continue reading →

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DIWhy?

Posted on May 2, 2018 by whimsygizmo

………..I think this pro . -ject ………..is going well, …. but maybe that’s just con ………..-jecture. .. Back to normal Wednesday poeming over at Poetic Asides.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged back to normal life, Come What May, DIY, on Wednesdays we write, only time for tiny poems, Poetic Asides, projects, tiny poems | 2 Comments

Un(in)formed Poem

Posted on April 24, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. I want no feet. No beat. No stanza’d streets to stomp or romp in name of rhythm, rhyme or silly-abic time. Iamb what iamb. Un -versed, unrehearsed, un -refrained. I’m trynna start a re -volta. Wanna come? Oh, hai … Continue reading →