Tag Archives: Poetic Bloomings

Every breath is a fragile bird, feathered closer to the sky

Posted on July 6, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… For that is all we are assured, uncertain as a summer shiver: a life abundant, full, but whirled – for that is all we are assured. Even the moon mourns heaven’s curl, unquiet as a dark sky sliver. For … Continue reading →

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Smiling in Shades of Blue

Posted on July 2, 2016 by whimsygizmo

….. The sky’s got a twinkle in her ………………(star-struck) eyes, a certain slant of moon sliver holding midnight court with breeze. These trees have got some secrets and they ……………….(wind-whisper) in leafy tongues some song we’ve seldom sung, to make … Continue reading →

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Counting ’Ku

Posted on June 6, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. monday moon there’s a pushpin moon holding up this chalkboard sky; this smudge of day, done. tuesday stars pinpricked points trail off, breadcrumbs in a daring sky. we connect the dots. wednesday wings dawn flight comes slowly, with a … Continue reading →

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Clue

Posted on May 29, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… It’s all in the way her eyelashes fall over emerald green, the slant of her smile. He knows. She winks, thinks nothing of scar -let swirled halls, white sheets; dreams of peacock feathers, plums, and candlesticks lit just right … Continue reading →

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Aubade with a Broken Song

Posted on May 26, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… The day’s got yolk on her face again, all orange yellow sun-splotched and watched by gossipy doves, first loves who wish they’d slipped away while the sky was still a scrim. There’s a slim chance she’ll voice herself in … Continue reading →

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Puppy Breath

Posted on May 11, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… The rise and fall of her chest, slight snore-whimper of dreaming, whisker flick fluff-fall of heart. Caramel curl -sleepy puppy girl. One crimped ear, black smudge muzzle; a nuzzle of cool wet nose. Fuzzy pause.   .. Our beloved … Continue reading →

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None, Yet.

Posted on September 24, 2014 by whimsygizmo

(a nonet) … Can you feel our syllables fading, a fall-fraying between the lines? If time ticks us off so far, can you imagine what kind of star will stay, shine-say what to do when two be, come one. .. … Continue reading →

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