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Tag Archives: Quadrille
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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Follow that yellow brick
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
occasional storm
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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Tagged Quadrille, Quadrille Monday, scribbling storms, storm poems, storms, streams, water poems
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the sky’s a curio cabinet of stars, with her at center
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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Tagged curiosity, curiosity killed the cat, dVerse poems, Q44, Quadrille, Quadrille Monday
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an etched scratch scrape in a twisting sky
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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Tagged clacking black, Q44, Quadrille, this poem poems, tightly wound, wound, wounded
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parachute fluff
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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Tagged dandelion fluff, dandelion poems, Quadrille, sky kites, wishes
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