Tag Archives: ro sham beaux

on casting stones and shadows 

Posted on April 15, 2023 by whimsygizmo

the first thing thrown’s a stone.  (scissors run, not walk)  nothing’s known, nor shattered. but here’s the thing that matters:  tree shadows scrabbling sigh language on a backyard wall.  (paper covers rock)  ::In April, she poems.

Posted in April PAD 2023 | Tagged , , , | 4 Comments

Ro. Sham. Beau. 

Posted on April 26, 2022 by whimsygizmo

It was all fun and games            (dynamite, really) until one of us    (that would be me) hit rock                  (paper, scissors) bottom.  ::In April, we poem.

Posted in April PAD 2022 | Tagged , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

She’s found herself in ink and sky

Posted on November 27, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. , and silent salt. The squawking cry of hungry gulls. The broken praise of trees. She’s on her knees in dark -est hour, bone-tired and waiting. Forgive her, Father (Son, and wholly long-loved ghost); at most, she’s brave. She’s … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Ro Sham Bo

Posted on November 18, 2018 by whimsygizmo

  ..  I am paper -proud, running with scissors, clinging to the rock.   ..  

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

playing{favorites}

Posted on April 16, 2018 by whimsygizmo

… you wanted to play black -jack, while i’m more of a paper ……..(scissors, rock) girl. heads (over heels), i lose. hearts, you win.   ..

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

paper scissors

Posted on November 21, 2017 by whimsygizmo

they don’t cut much, or deep, and they keep tearing. their edges are ragged and worn as my own. but i am convinced if i let them flap in the breeze long enough, they might cover me, rock my inky … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille | Tagged , , , , | 10 Comments

Throwing Stones

Posted on September 30, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… i Shouldn’t, really. (Glass houses and all that C   R    A     S    H -ability.) ii Skip it. Long and low, across the waves, (or whatever saves you from the rest of the storm.) iii The one that … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 11 Comments

Troika Triptych

Posted on April 17, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. I don’t mean to be cryptic. Give me earth, wind, fire. This isn’t a triathlon, Love. You can run but you can’t (swim, bike) hide. Please, just go and ro sham beaux your way back to this third marble … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | 10 Comments

poem ignoring a marmot

Posted on February 3, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. this poem cannot wait for spring, early or otherwise. it has winter things to spill. snow and what -not, from its icy quill. no flake the same, they say, but they have not met her frozen side. how much … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

nouveau ro sham beaux

Posted on November 7, 2015 by whimsygizmo

. throw stones. stone thrones save us, shave us down to glass crowns. too stoned to drown, we gather riverstones, shown how the blown breeze whispers truth to trees. would you save for me some small something no one else … Continue reading →

Posted in moon poems | Tagged , , , , , | 5 Comments