Tag Archives: stone poems

Significant Stones

Posted on April 6, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. Were they thrones, shaped for greater kings; tablets, commandments raised for lesser souls; tombstones to honor the past, templates for tomorrow? Granite soldiers, standing at attention, saluting another ……………………………sunrise? Ancient billboards, pre- Burma -Shave? Did they stave off giants, … Continue reading →

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The Significance of Skin

Posted on January 20, 2016 by whimsygizmo

“Last time, I imagined myself as the kid. This time, the skeleton.” ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars .. For now, we’ve covered everything we can with these veiny shrouds, this masquerade of muscle, sinew, blood. We’ve danced … Continue reading →

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Striking Rock

Posted on September 27, 2015 by whimsygizmo

  In the desert there is no sign that says, Thou shalt not eat stones. – Sufi proverb    .. We ache ourselves in to divining rod shadows, these places broken open in search of water, sanity, salt. Fault lines … Continue reading →

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Look Out Below

Posted on June 24, 2015 by whimsygizmo

… And above, and everywhere in between. There’s really no where to hide when the sky is falling. We’re calling ourselves sane under significant stars, bright spots of wanting. We’re haunting every inch of this space, embracing the way the … Continue reading →

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1,000 loose-leaf words releasing themselves through a tiny trap door

Posted on June 18, 2015 by whimsygizmo

(a snapshot)   . Why is the doorknob blue? Can you see the blurring on the edges, the ledges of the world ……….and war ……………….within? Scratch the surface of the center. Make the keyhole your home. Focus on the paint … Continue reading →

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beg and bartered glow

Posted on May 30, 2015 by whimsygizmo

open sesame that moon, she’s posing as a bowl of milk, the open -ing rind of a sweet can’t -aloupe, arresting of tongue but stilted and squat in its own lack of light. familiar, this. mercy flowing, served up among … Continue reading →

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Aubade from a Glass House

Posted on May 30, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. The breeze is caught, a distant hymn. The moon she’s got is growing dim. She pulls the shade and so it goes – her heart a glade where river flows. He’s hidden lies under each stone, but her silence … Continue reading →

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{{moon wither}}

Posted on May 29, 2015 by whimsygizmo

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Inky Girl

Posted on May 20, 2015 by whimsygizmo

(wearing a tank-a top)   . Give her ev’ry chance to etch her words in sand, stone her demons with phrase; raise her to the sky and spill her loose. She’ll find her own way.   . a tanka, prompted … Continue reading →

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