Tag Archives: snail poems

the secret life of snails

Posted on October 18, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. they may look like slugs with shells, …….but they breathe best in rain. observe the significant progress of these tiny philosophers slowly pondering ……a blade, the trajectory of breeze, …………………the day. .. Written for OctPoWriMo, day 18,   

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Cerulean Snail

Posted on June 3, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. Give her a soft-curved shell and a sweet-cast spell of breeze and sand and sea. Paint her a thousand-color sky and wide-brimmed why to wear, and breathe, and be. Lend her a slow, smooth tail to trace a trail … Continue reading →

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breathing lessons

Posted on May 27, 2015 by whimsygizmo

  prompted by poetic asides

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Cotton Candy Caravan of One

Posted on May 1, 2015 by whimsygizmo

Good morning, slow and steady traveler with the tiny pink dot. Whatchoo got on your agenda today? A little grass tickling? Some sun-ray …………..breathing? Perhaps I will join you, (sweet) come what ……………May. …

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the cartography of days

Posted on April 24, 2015 by whimsygizmo

. we weigh ourselves in sighs, the siege of silence. see the significance of snail: she slugs along slow, leaves a small and disappearing trail, ………………………………..craves no sky.     ..

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Painting Snails

Posted on April 21, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. We just painted and named 16 snails. ’Cuz that’s what you do when you wanna say hellooooo to 16 adorable snails. Hellooooo, Indigo. Hellooooo, Mud. Hellooooo, Ocean. Hellooooo, Fuchsia. Hellooooo, Pinky. Hellooooo, Hugh. Hellooooo, Cloud, and Camo and Cotton … Continue reading →

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breathing small

Posted on March 24, 2015 by whimsygizmo

… a wee snail on a blade of green; life slowed down to a pace I can sync with my heart’s beat. morning peace: complete. ..   . .. a shadorma, prompted by margo roby.

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