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Tag Archives: Quickly in November
Beyond the First Sign
. There was something democratic about the waves that lapped the dock like a secret handshake. It can’t be wrong to love the Lake while standing on the other side, all but gone. Remember the taste of frosting clouds? Do … Continue reading
wishing well
… two stars granted, i wanted more for you than this fading trail; perhaps a Halley’s comet to lead you home. .. dandelion fluff enchanted, i wished for another tiny spindled thing to make the day sing; realized … Continue reading
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Tagged dandelion poems, poeming, Poetry, Quickly in November, star poems, wishes
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gobbledygook
.. give your whirligig a swig, chalk it up to aftershock and watch the auk dive into a curious sea. grab your rucksack bric-a-brac, zodiak and other signs, a flock of shrikes heck-pecking all that that cracker -jack cul-de-sac artichoke … Continue reading
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Tagged bird poems, murmuration of swallows, poeming, Poetry, Quickly in November, shrike
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wish list
. give her peace. give her contentment. give her simplicity. give her a pen and a song to sing. give her a wandering, a longing, a lost moon to capture as a golden ring. give her the sun’s shine, enough … Continue reading
fa la la
. . prompted by Quickly in November, day 26.
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Tagged concrete poetry, micropoetry, poeming, Poetry, Quickly in November, tiny poems
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Lady Godiva Leaves a Gift
.. When are you coming back to collect the love that she has left in triplicate? (Three kisses waiting on an old brick wall.) …………………….XXX .. Prompted by Quickly in November, day 24. (Wherein we place a famous … Continue reading
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Tagged famous people poems, historical poems, Lady Godiva, poeming, Poetry, Quickly in November, XXX poems
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The Slow Simmering Down of Day
.. Ding dong. The clock is dead. The Lake is bowing her gorgeous head only to the ebbing sun. Her indigo blue dress has blushed crimson slate, and she’s twirling to greet a great rising stone moon. Enter the bear. … Continue reading
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Tagged bear, bell poems, Lake poems, Lake Tahoe, Quickly in November, Tahoe poems
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The Sensory Significance of Snow
.. Velour my tongue, infinity frost my eyelashes. Crystallize this sky with the ache of silence. The world’s a sugar whirl -wind, a quiet-spun un, the sweetest flutter-spill of flake and flight. Melt star tears against my skin. … Continue reading
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Tagged Quickly in November, significance of snow, sky songs, snow poems
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Echo at the End of the Tunnel
.. Broken as dawn, her voice cracks open the day. Broken as egg. Black -ened and brined. Blank -eted in silence. Be -lieve her when she says she’s drawn a blank. End this small and elegant space with a broken … Continue reading