Tag Archives: spring

paprika poem

Posted on April 4, 2022 by whimsygizmo

spring flings in; we twirl and spin between the limbs and dance our -selves silly. the sky’s addicting. maybe we’re high on dandelion fluff. maybe we’ve achoo’d our way to sun. whatever the reason,we’ve decided spicy’s just fine for any scribbledseason. :: It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille | Tagged dandelion fluff, Q44, Quadrille, season poems, seasoning, spicy poems, spring, spring fling, watch your tongue | 17 Comments

i sing

Posted on April 1, 2022 by whimsygizmo

, and the blood zings and every metacarpaled thing points to that bony moon. you find me here at the center of the spill and you say “these limbs don’t sway the way they used to” and the trees agree. i wanted … Continue reading →

Posted in NaPoWriMo | Tagged body poems, I Sing the Body Electric, NaPoWriMo 2022, skies, spring, stars | 2 Comments

she’s all uppity, in her bright april sky

Posted on April 20, 2021 by whimsygizmo

spring’s got the bothers again,her bloom-ers all up in a tither, scattered hither-and-yon with yawn of breeze. she’s got trees to woo,things to do, bees to boo into buzz. sunshine’s waitingfor her to blushbudcry; hex and vex that startled stolen sky. The Quadrille’s mine over at dVerse … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged bother, dVerse, got the bothers, Quadrille, Quadrille Monday, spring | 34 Comments

small blooms

Posted on March 21, 2018 by whimsygizmo

thou answerest them only with spring – E.E. Cummings .. too soon, these skies will make themselves known as pirate waters: tumultuous, stirred dark and deep. steeped in skeletal clouds and masthead thunder. we’ll wonder how we ever found the sun. … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Poetic Asides, spring, spring poems | 4 Comments

the most wonderful thing

Posted on January 15, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. about springs: (as opposed to these quiet win -te(a)r chills,) is the way they b o u n c e clouds off a stirred-up sky, the way they pry their wily, wiry petaled fingers into my funnybones, trounce … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille | Tagged bounce, Q44, Quad, Quadrille, sky songs, spring, Tigger | 32 Comments

Spring, (Foreword)

Posted on March 14, 2017 by whimsygizmo

I. See, here’s the thing: winter’s got a way of freezing time. Sum (12) II. –mer’s somethin’ else entire(less)ly. (4) III. Fall makes herself tumble-bumble known in leavings. Enter (8) IV. Spring. She’s got a thing for flowers, and … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille | Tagged Q44, Quadrille, seasons, spring | 5 Comments

Tied, Untried & True

Posted on March 13, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… spring has sprung and she feels flung. no time to sing, laugh in flowers, raise face to sun. give her a warm-wandered shore, a place to store the sands of time. a sea. a song. spring her ……….(undone) from … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille | Tagged daisy chains, Q44, spring, spring poems, undone poems | 25 Comments

Girls in Green Dresses Under a Gargled Sky

Posted on May 16, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… They dance in significant circle-sway, lull the moon to come out to play, blow hope bubbles and grin. They begin the melting of winter, the shimmer of spring, summer served with a twist and a hop-skip, too. They green … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged bubbles, crazy for the moon, dVerse, Q44, Quadrille, season poems, spring, summer, winter | 14 Comments

{Sevenling: Spring}

Posted on April 8, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. Spring flings herself forward in falling blossoms, sacred sun, singing trees. We daisychain hands, loop strains of song. Plant poems. Sometimes, the robin hums along. .. Prompted by Prompt Nights with Sanaa over at A Dash of Sunny. … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged A Dash of Sunny, Prompt Nights, sevenlings, spring | 14 Comments

to the poet who urged me travel,gladly be{yond}

Posted on January 19, 2016 by whimsygizmo

excerpt from somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond E.E. Cummings: (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the … Continue reading →