Tag Archives: Quadrille

Wayward Thrones and Pocket Stories 

Posted on October 4, 2021 by whimsygizmo

Weary of glass (ceilings, slippers, houses) ,we turn ourselves to stone instead, our bare feet mud-luscious in their riverbeds.  We pebble stories, toss them in.  The moon’s a diamond we are tired of rolling uphill,so we cut her into slices and shine.  It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse, and I’m hosting. … Continue reading →

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umbrella heavens

Posted on September 6, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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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Follow that yellow brick

Posted on August 23, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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 →

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occasional storm

Posted on July 26, 2021 by whimsygizmo

  we are reborn in these deluge moments,heavens cracked open and boomingsudden protest of all this desert dry. in drops of liquid hopefrom broken cloud, redemption falls from sky.  we unfold our hands andrejoice in water only thrown, streams without stones.  It’s Quadrille Monday over at … Continue reading →

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the sky’s a curio cabinet of stars, with her at center

Posted on May 31, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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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an etched scratch scrape in a twisting sky

Posted on May 17, 2021 by whimsygizmo

this poem is a tightly wound spring. she’s a  taut wound caught up in clacked-black things.  she’s got unspoken broken and unscattered seed, unpolished corners and unmet needs.  she’s a wayward kite on a fragile string. let’s unwind her now, and let her sing.  Lill’s given us a fun … Continue reading →

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parachute fluff

Posted on May 4, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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 →

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she’s all uppity, in her bright april sky

Posted on April 20, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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 →

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seeing red

Posted on April 5, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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 →

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smashed word broken

Posted on February 22, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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 →

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