Tag Archives: rain

treble ahead

Posted on November 18, 2019 by whimsygizmo

         …………………my heart – ………………………………………………a cacophony of rain, a symphony of storms.     ..In November, we poem.   

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Seeing ourselves in raindrops

Posted on November 10, 2019 by whimsygizmo

  ..  We watch the rain reflecting all our falling, puddling all our pain. .. In November, we poem. Sometimes, a day late.     

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Deeply enamored of these changing skies

Posted on November 5, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. Wise or not, we should’ve shot the clouds straight through with ebony smudge just to see where all this delightful dark -ness might lead. We should’ve pleaded with the lightning for a spark of something more, a place to … Continue reading →

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Nightingale

Posted on November 4, 2019 by whimsygizmo

-force winds knock us loose from our moorings  and we wander (wonder) in the waves awhile, forsaking the dawn. The song. The way our wings want to angle toward the sun. The fray of feathers that no longer fly. There’s … Continue reading →

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Patter

Posted on April 11, 2019 by whimsygizmo

{for the rain, with its ‘such small hands’}   .. It matters what we said between these droplets, before the storm before that violent sky cracked open before the thunder stole our voice. We held pools, lakes, oceans in hesitant … Continue reading →

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Antediluvian

Posted on November 15, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. This poem is everything that happened before the flood. Our distinguished dark -est hour prayers. A small nod to our tired of trembling souls. Please excuse our penchant for privacy and paradise lost, the small filament findings that clasp … Continue reading →

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Pocket Storms

Posted on May 21, 2018 by whimsygizmo

… 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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Tuesday

Posted on March 13, 2018 by whimsygizmo

, and all that’s left is …………..a crash of clouds my broken voice ………………………..a slash of rain.   twiglet #67.     

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If The Earth Stands Still, I Will Know No More Than This.

Posted on September 12, 2017 by whimsygizmo

There is really nothing you must be and there is nothing you must do. There is really nothing you must have and there is nothing you must know. There is really nothing you must become. However, it helps to understand … Continue reading →

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Run Four (and a Little More)

Posted on August 24, 2017 by whimsygizmo

in the humidity. in the humility. in the hummm-idity of a new day. through the rainy breeze. through the whispering trees. through the raging seas of your own crazy brain. run four (and a little more) to clear your mind. … Continue reading →

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