Tag Archives: Poets United

Perhaps She is the Thumbprint of Some Wayward Queen

Posted on January 31, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. You say to talk about her in a new way and I must tell you I am exhausted. She exhausts me. My nouns. My verbs. My inky veins. I have quilled her a thou -sand poems in paper sky, … Continue reading →

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Paper, White

Posted on December 6, 2017 by whimsygizmo

  This place, a lake. I see myself. I float my words. I plow black through silent snow and wait for echo.   .. Cool prompt over at Poets United. Come play. 

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all the space that remains

Posted on February 8, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. : …..a silver moonsmile; ……………….the stubble of stars.   ..   .. Prompted by Poets United. Come play!       

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Recipe for Disaster

Posted on January 13, 2016 by whimsygizmo

(and other just desserts) .. The world is made of cheese. Okay, not really. But won’t somebody please fill all these holes with pimentos or pistachios or something? It’s nuts, the way we spin about and shout our art (i … Continue reading →

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Choosing Happiness Over Circumstance (a Christmas Eve Happenstance of Joy)

Posted on January 7, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. Could we duplicate the way it all went down, the way our troubled frowns turned up -side down? Probably not. Sammy’s was serendipity. Sammy’s was a sigh of relief, a place for seven to sit and exhale, talk well … Continue reading →

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Suspended

Posted on October 28, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. I think I am going to need a permission (Freudian) …………….slip of the tongue to re: ……..animate these tired limbs. Perhaps an ACME anvil(lain) to Snidely Whip -lash my eyes open into the must …………………-ache of the day. Paint-box … Continue reading →

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She just keeps writing poems {hardly}

Posted on October 25, 2015 by whimsygizmo

anybody reads. Bleeds to page and blooms in crimson, sky and song. It’s okay if {almost} nobody’s list -ening. This is her place, her space to whisper, stumble, scream. She’s got a ream of paper ten miles long, an unspent … Continue reading →

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objects in motion

Posted on October 23, 2015 by whimsygizmo

  .. the world pulls. fools us into for -ward moment -um, downward sway. one weighty question, love: would it be so wrong for me to ask you to ……………stay?   .. Prompted by Poets United.         

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The One where it Dawns on Her

Posted on September 30, 2015 by whimsygizmo

(aubade for all things broken) .. For more than ever, I have wanted something more than all this strugg -led skin, wanted to shrug my shoulders and shed my shoulds, fill my scars with stories. See that place beside the … Continue reading →

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Striking Rock

Posted on September 27, 2015 by whimsygizmo

  In the desert there is no sign that says, Thou shalt not eat stones. – Sufi proverb    .. We ache ourselves in to divining rod shadows, these places broken open in search of water, sanity, salt. Fault lines … Continue reading →

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