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Tag Archives: Q44
Another Pin-Pricked Sigh Sky
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
paprika poem
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
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of the earth
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
When the sun goes down and tomorrow isn’t promised
, 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
Black thrones waiting for finger strikes {Wooing the Muse}
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
The Sacred Whims of Wildling Wood
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
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Tagged dVerse poems, fixing the endings, fractured fairy tales, princesses, Q44, Quadrilles, wayward princesses, Wilding Wood
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umbrella heavens
the year has taken much, and left us hollow. we count sorrowson both hands and watchthe cold doors close. i suppose of all these wayward things, i miss my -self the most. i search the sky for rain and other groovy ghosts. It’s Quadrille Monday … Continue reading
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Tagged groovy ghosts, Q44, Quadrille, Quadrille Monday, rain poems
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Follow that yellow brick
Tin man’s on the hunt again. She stole his Oz -heart, wrenched it from his metal chest and smashed it all to bits. It’s amazing really, how soon these creaky limbs bounce back, on track, reach for something new. Glue-thick as thieves. Red as … Continue reading
the sky’s a curio cabinet of stars, with her at center
it gets curiouser and curious-er, her fascination with that sky sand dollar,that noble star scholar, mama moon. she swoons at crescent smile, a fine fool for full. you can question her about it some, but she has no words. only hum, and shine. It’s Quadrille Monday over at … Continue reading
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Tagged curiosity, curiosity killed the cat, dVerse poems, Q44, Quadrille, Quadrille Monday
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