Tag Archives: storms

After Ever After 

Posted on April 5, 2025 by whimsygizmo

The laughter is what’s gotten us through all these tumbled storms, various forms of tangled torn and troubled time.  When something niggles, we get the giggles and let it loose, choose the flight of delight over fight. Float hope kites into a moon-spilled sky.  ::In April, she poems. Even through … Continue reading →

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this poem

Posted on November 25, 2024 by whimsygizmo

she’s the breeze in those trees, the whisper of wind on wood. the good good hum of wings.  the pebbled stream. the stretch of sky, and all spells bound between.  you could hold her against your heart to hear her thrum, or burn her to keep warm.  {by … Continue reading →

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**Refreshing** the Storm 

Posted on November 18, 2024 by whimsygizmo

We were warned that all this din would wrack our limbs would settle in to core and marrow, root and soil.  We got weary of the far and near, the wait and see.  How many licks does it take to take down the tree?  And when it finally … Continue reading →

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The Hymn of Him 

Posted on April 25, 2024 by whimsygizmo

:: You’ll see it in the sea, the simple be of beethe ska of storm, the reign of rain.  :: In April, she poems.

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clapback to a thunderous sky 

Posted on November 25, 2023 by whimsygizmo

enough already with the crash and the flash and the clash of titan clouds and the crying out loud in drip and drop.  enough of the trip-trop of rainhoofs on roofs and the proof of liquid sorrow and tomorrow’sdamp regret.  enough yet of today’s … Continue reading →

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Still Standing Here in the Rain

Posted on November 8, 2023 by whimsygizmo

(an American sentence) :: She is caught between the pages, breath held in impossible cages. :: In November, she poems. Today she’s channeling Ginsberg.

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To Embrace a Dark Sky After an Unquiet Rain 

Posted on April 18, 2023 by whimsygizmo

You must let it be what it is, accept all terrain,cling tight to its corners,let loose its bright storms.  The same goes for love and poems.  ::In April, she poems.

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Greetings from a Distant Sighing Sky

Posted on February 6, 2023 by whimsygizmo

Ah, love.The world’s insane. Wish me a dandelion kite,a storm of ice, a startled star-ling murmured twice. Worrystone this warm butterscotchcandy sun untilthe sweetest edges begin to fray,then build me a bold bright moonto light our way. :: It’s Quadrille … Continue reading →

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Things We Said in the Storm 

Posted on November 11, 2022 by whimsygizmo

The sky’s a hurry-cane scrim,but we’re still scribbling light-ning above the din.  We promised ourselves we wouldn’t hide, even as the cloud cauldron stirred.  And when we thought we might run out of time, we plucked our own feathers to write these lines.  :: In … Continue reading →

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Commanding Clouds 

Posted on November 2, 2022 by whimsygizmo

If you’re gonna poke a stick at the sky, you’d better chant a bit and sell a little of your soul.  There’s a slow pre-thunder roll that says we asked for this,that bliss is just the other side of broken -open clouds. That rain bows to … Continue reading →

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