Tag Archives: sky poems

When the sky is just the perfect shade of blue

Posted on November 11, 2020 by whimsygizmo

, ‘it’s the color of my wedding dress!’ she saysand he always fires back ‘periwinkle?’ and there’s a wink built right in and then she says ‘cornflower blue.’ and after 22 years it’s something that never gets old, always new, this laughter borrowed over blue. :: written for poetic asides November … Continue reading →

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while we wait

Posted on November 5, 2020 by whimsygizmo

pleasecome, sit with me for awhile and try to let your hate be ruined by this vast forgiving sky. written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged contemplate the sky, forget your hate, healing sky, sky poems, sky songs, waiting for the world to decide its fate, while we wait | 1 Comment

Borrowed Light

Posted on September 21, 2020 by whimsygizmo

Even After All this time The Sun never says to the Earth, “You owe me.” Look What happens With a love like that, It lights the whole sky. ― Hafiz .. … We wonder if we’ll ever get the hang of … Continue reading →

Posted in Quadrille | Tagged dVerse poems, moon, moonstones, Q44, Quadrille, sky, sky poems, sky songs, stars | 52 Comments

Posted on September 2, 2020 by whimsygizmo

whether we write, or knot (daisy-chained phrase) we tie ourselves to moontoo soon, to storm too late. we debate ink over ocean swell. we tell ourselves the words won’t swim, fair-weathered whim will ragequit in mid-line. we find ourselves a-dangle, participles waning. verbs complaining, tangled in theirown bright … Continue reading →

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palms, sunday.

Posted on April 5, 2020 by whimsygizmo

I need a moment to deliberate… -Alanis Morissette, ‘Uninvited’ .. our feet are tired, and so we count these things …………(eenie, meenie) on outstretched hands, hoping the sky might have …(miney, mo) answers we cannot find. all that blue … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged #aprpad, #inaprilwepoem, Alanis, april poems, Blue, eenie meenie miney mo, in april we poem, in which she attempts to write during the global pandemic of COVID-19, moment, poemdemic, sky poems | 3 Comments

syrup sky

Posted on November 19, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. she breathes …………….oh, my under waffled clouds. .. I soooo wish I could take credit for the title phrase, but it’s Misky’s twiglet today. Come play!

Posted in twiglets | Tagged aching sky, micro poems, micropoetry, sky poems, syrup sky, tiny poems, twiglets | 2 Comments

Orion’s Song

Posted on November 13, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. I’m just sitting here with my go-go gadget batman belt, helping re-hang the moon. You said I was your proof of life. I just thought I was lighting your way home. .. In November, we poem.

Posted in moon poems, Poetic Asides Chapbook Challenge 2019 | Tagged Orion, orion's belt, seeing stars, sky poems, sky songs, stars | 3 Comments

{in which she attempts to define love and hate in 17 syllables each}

Posted on April 9, 2019 by whimsygizmo

{…while holding her breath until morning} :: Love’s got a quiet star tongue, st(r)ung bright in an infinite hum-hope-sky. Hate holds too much fire in its own belly; wastes its breath on fear, and sting. :: .. … Continue reading →

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Graffiti on a Broken Sky

Posted on September 24, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. Paintbrush-hush (guilty, guileless) me a rebel heart, an unquiet start a whispered want and a place to hold my still long-fractured hope. Then soft (and sound and soon), steal me some long-lost wisp of cloud, harboring a sunrise … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems, moon poems, Quadrille | Tagged cloud, graffiti, harbor, moon, Quadrille Monday, sky poems, sky songs | 12 Comments

Inkin’ Thirds

Posted on May 3, 2018 by whimsygizmo

From here, the rooftops feel drizzled in sun-syrup, and the day holds a promise on her quiet tongue. .. (Th)inkin’ in thirds for Grace’s 3-Line Thursday. Come play!