Tag Archives: scumble

because her skin is paper thin

Posted on January 29, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. , this poem is aching, forsaking all others and staking her claim. she poems in sigh -lence and strain, drains her(selves) of salt, and ink. she thinks in phrase, praises the page, this sky-scarred poet in scumbled, scattered bliss. … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille | Tagged paper skin, poem, poeming about poeming, psalms, Q44, Quadrille, scumble | 21 Comments

Druthers

Posted on June 8, 2015 by whimsygizmo

sunshine tutu her way through the tulips and barefoot beg this grass to cartwheel us whipfast into a long slow summer of cool nights and fireflies and street -lights as curfew. She wants a periwinkle marker and enough smooth creamy … Continue reading →