Tag Archives: scribbling storms

Things We Said in the Storm 

Posted on November 11, 2022 by whimsygizmo

The sky’s a hurry-cane scrim,but we’re still scribbling light-ning above the din.  We promised ourselves we wouldn’t hide, even as the cloud cauldron stirred.  And when we thought we might run out of time, we plucked our own feathers to write these lines.  :: In … Continue reading →

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Commanding Clouds 

Posted on November 2, 2022 by whimsygizmo

If you’re gonna poke a stick at the sky, you’d better chant a bit and sell a little of your soul.  There’s a slow pre-thunder roll that says we asked for this,that bliss is just the other side of broken -open clouds. That rain bows to … Continue reading →

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occasional storm

Posted on July 26, 2021 by whimsygizmo

  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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Have nightshirt, will travel. {Mr. Midnight & Mrs. Moon make the most of free will}

Posted on November 30, 2019 by whimsygizmo

  Once upon a time, they danced. Graced the stars from A to Z, poemed in tercets. An opening act of smile and frown, they dip and weave in all dog star sirius-ness, watch their reflections pen prime haiku in … Continue reading →

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have a tiny umbrella in your pocket

Posted on November 29, 2019 by whimsygizmo

, because every day carries at least one small storm.     .. In November, we poem.        

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when the wind whispers to the moon

Posted on November 26, 2019 by whimsygizmo

, he says there’s a storm on the way. buckle down, get strong. she says i’m already strong. unties her belt and begins to dance.     . In November, we poem. 

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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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Poseidon’s Promise

Posted on November 14, 2019 by whimsygizmo

                         Allow this naked sea to ……………………………………..rock you fast asleep, and I will hold ………………………….your storms.     .. In November, we poem.   

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breathing in syllables

Posted on November 12, 2019 by whimsygizmo

(a shadorma) .. here there be dragons and rain-fire, summer storm and spring fall; the way the sky slants sideways, a small cloud of flight.   ..In November, we poem. Sometimes, in form. This one’s a shadorma.     

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The Inevitable Frailty of Umbrellas

Posted on November 10, 2019 by whimsygizmo

  ..  We have yet to decide where to hide under all these colorful skins. We get ready, get set, but we’re still gonna get a little bit wet.   .. In November, we poem.   

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