Tag Archives: swearing by all flowers

Gatherings

Posted on February 16, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… We shirr ourselves together from invisible strings, clustering in flocks and crowds like birds, mustering our faith. Colorful chairs unfolding, holding our memories. Our laughter, like bright awnings from the street. We swear by flowers, mosaics, the smell of … Continue reading →

Posted in Miz Q Prompts | Tagged folding chairs, gatherings, getting together, laughter, memories, Miz Q, swearing by all flowers | 5 Comments

flower dusk

Posted on May 16, 2016 by whimsygizmo

a 3rd Q44 offering for dVerse. play magnetic poetry here (the “Nature” kit has the word “green” in it.) 😉

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged daffodil murmur, dVerse, green, magnetic poetry, Q44, Quadrille, swearing by all flowers, wild shade | 18 Comments

insolent daisies

Posted on April 26, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. after, she rips the heads off of each and every one of them, with their little white ……..( l i e s ) petals; opts instead for dandelion’s breeze-blown r o a r. .. … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged anti-love poem, April PAD 2016, daisy chains, dandelion poems, flowers, loves me loves me not, swearing by all flowers | 1 Comment

humanity i hate you

Posted on April 21, 2016 by whimsygizmo

(for Mr. Cummings) .. parenthesize death all you want, Sir. put poems in its lap; syntax the crap out of us all in kisses, laughter, flutter, flowers. that casket’s still too small; this day, too soon. .. … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged E.E. Cummings, grief, humanity i love you, losing a child, loss, poems in the lap of death, response to E.E. Cummings, since feeling is first, swearing by all flowers, syntax | 2 Comments

Losing Our Cool

Posted on April 19, 2016 by whimsygizmo

{whilst swearing by all flowers} (with ardent gratitude, always, to E.E. Cummings) .. wholly to be a fool, we spring forward with both feet and road-rashed hands. stand in showers of kisses, flowers; call them real. beg, borrow and steal … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged April PAD 2016, E.E. Cummings, since feeling is first, swearing by all flowers | 3 Comments

The Book of Wild {Flowers}

Posted on April 12, 2016 by whimsygizmo

Patrons of the magnolia, our hips are used in every maple-sugar camp, harbingers of good luck , bustling with hum; make hues of autumn by simple division. Serve as sun ………..-flowers. They have learned the arts of roguery, the long … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged bees, flowers, I heart old books, index poem, NaPoWriMo, swearing by all flowers, The Book of Wild Flowers | 11 Comments

scribbled daisies in delicate margins

Posted on April 8, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. swearing by all flowers, she spins hours making eyelashes of petaled promises, lovesmelovesmeknot chains of whim. give her a peri -winkle pen and a bit of white space, and she’ll ……………(erase) trace her own heart along veined vines, and … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged April PAD 2016, daisy chains, flowers, penning tiny poems in the margins of life, Poetic Asides prompts, silence, swearing by all flowers | 6 Comments

swear by all flowers

Posted on April 8, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. , love me, …love ……..me …..not, but petal me something more than this one falling thought caught by wayward ………………be(e). .. for NaPoWriMo, day 8.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged bumble, E.E. Cummings, falling thoughts caught, flowers, NaPoWriMo 2016, swearing by all flowers | 3 Comments

such small hands

Posted on March 15, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. if we swear by all flowers, hours, kisses ever better fates, these inky ex-ten shuns of me be long to no -body, not even the rain. . Written for dVerse Poetics, with thankful nod to E.E. Cummings. … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged dVerse, E.E. Cummings, poeming, Poetics, Poetry, rain, such small hands, swearing by all flowers | 16 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 →