Tag Archives: storms

The Quiet One in the Corner Poem

Posted on June 1, 2018 by

… She hides her eyes behind a stained glass moon; a shadow moving softly in a storm. … twiglets #78. Advertisements

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Pocket Storms

Posted on May 21, 2018 by

… I have decided ……………(she thunders) that these last cold drops are mine, …..saved for a sunny day when arched and angry eyebrows know the sky shines quite too bright and I need just one little plop of …………….rain to … Continue reading →

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Title Wave

Posted on April 28, 2018 by

We tried to tell you the storm ………….was coming, that these phrases have been arranging their kin and ken in kingdom, phylum, class …….-ified order for weeks. In case you’re wondering, they’re here, and they’ve brought whirl ……………..-wind reinforcements. Have … Continue reading →

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storm fairy

Posted on September 13, 2017 by

… so, listen: you’re either well -weathered wit(her), or you’re not. if you’ve caught her ……..(net, pocket, palm) you know the moment -airy calm she brings be fore. her satin ribbon hair’s a syllabic squall wibble-wobbly woven through this sky. … Continue reading →

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tempest dragon

Posted on June 5, 2017 by

… she’s a perfect storm -jar, leaves torn from her own ghost -journey with a twist-curl-skip-melt-spill from whisperwindow s(t)ill. she’ll giggledance you a new shimmer-spark-song-dawn, the long -drizzle-spring of shadowballoon. her rose-petal wings echo-breathe the sound of open cloudbreeze, lull … Continue reading →

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The Swish and Stammer and Smudge of Love

Posted on April 3, 2017 by

Oh, but she’s a storm. The sky’s got a new slant, curl of cloud and scattered song. The syllables of her name are fleeting, sleeting, bleeding ink and drinking in the stone -washed bruises of another dawn.   .. Prompted … Continue reading →

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i really can’t say

Posted on April 10, 2016 by

the sky is blue today; more of a mottled, coddled gray. i really don’t think i like my kids today this teenaged tyrant way, this humming hormoned storm. i really don’t know if today the words will flow. perhaps today’s … Continue reading →

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