Tag Archives: Quadrille

Hold her carefully, in quiet hands

.. This poem is made of cardboard, clouds and clay. She only has a tiny thing ……………….(or two) to say, but she might shout it. She’s all about it – this sunslant, that breeze. She breathes in syllables and sighs; … Continue reading

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Corners(tones) First

.. She’s been home all of four days and she’s still trying to muddle-puzzle (befuddled, tear-puddled) out what this desert -cycle life is all about, how to scratch …..her name in more than Lake-soaked sand and …..the itch to be … Continue reading

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Where We Live

Oh, we’ve got our share of glass ……………(houses, ……………ceilings, ……………thrones). We’ve cast the first. We’ve been the last one standing in a pebbled storm. We’ve swarmed the castle. We’ve bled, and mourned; lost and won. Let’s drop our stones and … Continue reading

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Pocket Storms

… I have decided ……………(she thunders) that these last cold drops are mine, …..saved for a sunny day when arched and angry eyebrows know the sky shines quite too bright and I need just one little plop of …………….rain to … Continue reading

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muddling puddles

.. gosh, my galoshes are sloshed. i’m gonna need a bum -bershoot to keep my willy-nilly birthday suit(e) saved unscathed from all this mud -(d)led muck. yuck, the sun’s come out again. i miss the stuck-struck spill of my jelly-belly … Continue reading

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Utter a Muddle

.. S(p)ring a silly song, be-fuddle me a muddy-muse, so we can s(t)ring along. Cuddleme a cloud-phrase, huddleup in hiccup-daze; hunkerdown in puddle-praise, zipcrunchleap a poem. Fa-La-La a lullaby(e), fall into a murmured sky. Ink. Don’t think. And don’t ask why. … Continue reading

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After You Have Called Upon That One Last Wishing Star

.. , won’t you hold for me a petaled breeze between your teeth, speak some quiet sigh -lence into my hungry ear? will you save for me a song or two ………(a day, a year) from this crushed dawn; a … Continue reading

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