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Tag Archives: Quadrille
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
is there anybody out there?
when the tree falls (in the forest) for the sky do you and i hear it, across all these miles? i know notof timbre falling ,but the stars are full of static electricity and the moon is all crescent cling and zing. ::I’ve been gleefully out of … Continue reading
Posted in Quadrille
Tagged moon, Quadrille, sky poems, static, timbre falling, tree falling in forest, zing
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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
Breaking Point
They’ve gone wild(these wayward princesses),bored of bibbidi-bobbidi boo,tired of titles and weary of woo. They’ve decided to break it all down lose the shoes and crack their crowns into a mosaic of glitterglee. See? The world shines better broken. Spoken. Free. ::It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse … Continue reading
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Tagged dVerse poems, fixing the endings, fractured fairy tales, Quadrille, wayward princesses, wildling 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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