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Tag Archives: Quadrille
it’s the downy kite stuff of wandered wishes, childish dreams and fragile hope. so much pondered promise in the audacity and tenacity of a simple weed. we don’t stop to doubt or wonder why. we just take a deep breath and fly. seeds let :: Merril’s got an … Continue reading
spring’s got the bothers again,her bloom-ers all up in a tither, scattered hither-and-yon with yawn of breeze. she’s got trees to woo,things to do, bees to boo into buzz. sunshine’s waitingfor her to blushbudcry; hex and vex that startled stolen sky. The Quadrille’s mine over at dVerse … Continue reading
the anger fades in lurid liquid shades of burgundymerlotsangria ,and the claret-y comes in wine and waves,saves us slowly sip by sip. we slip our hands together in prayerand painand praise of slight squashed dreams and mangled grapes. Linda’s got a great word for us over at dVerse … Continue reading
let it go — thesmashed word brokenopen vow orthe oath cracked lengthwise — let it go itwas sworn togo E. E. Cummings we smoosh them between our hungry fingers like chalk,smudge them to the sky. you and I, we’ve got them right were … Continue reading
We had a deal, you and I. I’d just lookup, and you’d bring the stars. No matter how far we’ve come, I can find my way home by those light-stung shards. But tonight you’ve got something darker in mind: Discombobulated me, left behind. I’m late to Lisa’s … Continue reading
She tastes the new year slowlypondering clouds on tongue sacred slices of sky, tabasco-tang of sun. ,The world’s got a way of craving falling-stars, symphony wishes. She swishes in a ninja star for good measure, a babble of brook, a dabble of moon. It’s Quadrille Monday … Continue reading
that tiny imp is at it again, taking what is -erfectand turning it to dust. stealing what is -robable and dressing it in muss. we take all these minuses and gift ourselves the poss, knowing anything is possible if we can (s)imply trust. :: written for today’s Quadrille over at dVerse. I’m … Continue reading
she shoots for the moon when it comes to some things, wishing stars, truth, trees that sing. life. laughter, the kind that ringsthrough the house like music. she’s happiest (of happenstance of happy chance) near water, but you’ll find her here, dancing. Lill’s got us happy-ing over the … Continue reading
she is particle dust parched on desert floor, thrust far from the magnet Blue of true. point her upand just let go; you know she’ll make her way back someday when she’s had her fill of still cobalt. today, the sky will do. … … Continue reading
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