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Tag Archives: Q44
Greetings from a Distant Sighing Sky
Ah, love.The world’s insane. Wish me a dandelion kite,a storm of ice, a startled star-ling murmured twice. Worrystone this warm butterscotchcandy sun untilthe sweetest edges begin to fray,then build me a bold bright moonto light our way. :: It’s Quadrille … Continue reading
Posted in Quadrille
Tagged dandelion poems, ice, moon poems, moon stones, murmuration, Q44, Quadrille, sky poems, stars, storms, wishes, worrystone sun
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august and everything after
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
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged august and everything after, hole in the wall, past life poems, punch, Q44, Quadrille
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night shift
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
aubade with a broken smile
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
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sans
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
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