Tag Archives: Q44

august and everything after

Posted on September 19, 2022 by whimsygizmo

forgiveness comes injuts and startspieces,parts. and so does fear. here,questions unanswered,truths unsaid,his icy stare. there,a ragged hole in the wall;(not, quite)(not quite, yet)the last straw. just one more(sharp)tiny hole-punchto her heart. It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and I’m hosting. … Continue reading →

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night shift

Posted on September 6, 2022 by whimsygizmo

the stars are clocking inagain, twinkled noses setto grindstones. wishingmoments. filing awaythe hours. bathed in shine,we praise the darknessfull of shadowedsecretsand other unquietmatters of the heart. that swollen misfit moon,a work of art. ::I’m late to the party for this … Continue reading →

Posted in Quadrille | Tagged moon poems, moon stones, night shift, Q44, Quadrille, stars | 10 Comments

aubade with a broken smile

Posted on August 22, 2022 by whimsygizmo

morning breaks us open, and we ponder dragon-breath clouds and all that crimson fire. we’ve already held these miles between our teeth and found them too salty, too muddled-much for day’s embrace. the sky’s a quiet place to trace our last good -byes. ::Linda’s got a great word … Continue reading →

Posted in aubades, dVerse poems, Quadrille | Tagged aubades, here there be dragons, morning, pondering clouds, Q44, Quadrille, sky songs | 20 Comments

sans

Posted on August 8, 2022 by whimsygizmo

i am -bic pen, a(r)che-typed in longing, serif soul smithed in mist and storm. clouds are commas. this world: a swirled parens awaiting closure, exposure to a lone ellipsis moon. sea-swooned,we would hold these truths, but nobody told us we could be bold. ::It’s Quadrille Monday over … Continue reading →

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Another Pin-Pricked Sigh Sky

Posted on May 17, 2022 by whimsygizmo

I can’t think of a better medicine than stars for a ceiling. – Yellowstone :: Now I lay me down (to sleep) my fears my tears the tired trappings of my heart. A quieting restart,this midnight sky. My wayward soul to keep,counting (blessings) clouds as sheep. Standing still, I … Continue reading →

Posted in Quadrille | Tagged Q44, Quadrille, star poems, wishing on stars | 14 Comments

paprika poem

Posted on April 4, 2022 by whimsygizmo

spring flings in; we twirl and spin between the limbs and dance our -selves silly. the sky’s addicting. maybe we’re high on dandelion fluff. maybe we’ve achoo’d our way to sun. whatever the reason,we’ve decided spicy’s just fine for any scribbledseason. :: It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille | Tagged dandelion fluff, Q44, Quadrille, season poems, seasoning, spicy poems, spring, spring fling, watch your tongue | 17 Comments

of the earth

Posted on February 21, 2022 by whimsygizmo

and all its glories, our storiesand our songs the ways we Braille our way to shinein (fallen) followed stars the days we know that all of this is ours, so seize the daze and whim the wave and spill our salt. :: It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and I’m … Continue reading →

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When the sun goes down and tomorrow isn’t promised

Posted on January 24, 2022 by whimsygizmo

, we (bold) blow our breaths loose and wonderwish a way to say the stilted phrases,scattered phases of our long-lost selves. we sold our souls for a star,and we’re sorry. we hold our breaths for a silver-sliver of moon, a shiver of silence. :: It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and … Continue reading →

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Black thrones waiting for finger strikes {Wooing the Muse}

Posted on January 10, 2022 by whimsygizmo

She’s a wily one-der, all curled up crescent like a soon-hiding moon. She swoons at sea, sirened only by salt. (But she can barely swim and gets con-fused.) Eyes closed, we clack. For our own (sanity) sake, we eat cake. And are not a-mused. :: … Continue reading →

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The Sacred Whims of Wildling Wood

Posted on November 16, 2021 by whimsygizmo

The forest floor is strewn with high-heeled shoes, for we rebel princesses have shucked our crowns and chucked our corsets and ditched the bibbidi-bobbidi(boo)ballin favor of gentler things: mirror ponds (fairest of them all),fiery dragon dances and fairy wings. :: Linda Lee’s got a fun Quadrille challenge for us … Continue reading →