Tag Archives: storms

Midway through the storm

Posted on November 15, 2019 by whimsygizmo

, we warm ourselves on lightning rods. We rumble thunder across our skin, begin in raindrops. We thin the skies with contemplated clouds, and sing aloud our own singed songs. We’re tornado-strong and tumbled. We’re hurricane-half -way there, and helterskeltered … Continue reading →

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Poseidon’s Promise

Posted on November 14, 2019 by whimsygizmo

Allow this naked sea to ……………………………………..rock you fast asleep, and I will hold ………………………….your storms. .. In November, we poem.

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breathing in syllables

Posted on November 12, 2019 by whimsygizmo

(a shadorma) .. here there be dragons and rain-fire, summer storm and spring fall; the way the sky slants sideways, a small cloud of flight. ..In November, we poem. Sometimes, in form. This one’s a shadorma.

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The Inevitable Frailty of Umbrellas

Posted on November 10, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. We have yet to decide where to hide under all these colorful skins. We get ready, get set, but we’re still gonna get a little bit wet. .. In November, we poem.

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Seeing ourselves in raindrops

Posted on November 10, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. We watch the rain reflecting all our falling, puddling all our pain. .. In November, we poem. Sometimes, a day late.

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Catastrophes

Posted on November 8, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. These are sacred storms, these places where we warm our tattered selves; survivor fires. We’re dog-eared, tired and ready to unleash some small thing from within that just might rebuild this broken, battered sky. .. In November, we poem. … Continue reading →

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Blue Jean Sky

Posted on November 7, 2019 by whimsygizmo

{after the storm} Alanis is on the radio, and oh, we’ve got some miles to go and some old back roads to get to know with the scent of spent rain fresh on our skin. We’ll begin at this corner … Continue reading →

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Deeply enamored of these changing skies

Posted on November 5, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. Wise or not, we should’ve shot the clouds straight through with ebony smudge just to see where all this delightful dark -ness might lead. We should’ve pleaded with the lightning for a spark of something more, a place to … Continue reading →