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Tag Archives: this poem poems
one last flabbergasp
this poem is all a-flutter, a-mutter-ment of swallowed moon and muddled sun. she’s one (i am-bic) foot in, three (blank) sheets to the wind and counting. she’s a fountain of be -wild-erment, a copper sunrise penny spent on dandelion wisheswith fluff-fine handles. {bring candles.} she’s throwing a surprise party of … Continue reading
Posted in April PAD 2023
Tagged balloons, blank sheets, flabbergasp, iambic feet, last poem of April, moon, sun, surprise party, this poem poems, whew
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Trace Her Here, Strong
This poem has (no) fear, she’s here to kick some arseand take some names. She is ocean roar and river flow, both oak and breeze. The healing ache of lake. A wonder-whirl of phrase. The command of days. A blaze of star. Shhhh. She’s quiet now. But … Continue reading
Posted in April PAD 2023
Tagged Face Everything And Rise, for Tracy, this poem poems, true blue
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a story held tight in syllabled fist
see, here’s the gist: this poem does not want to be told. she’s holding it all in way too close to feathered chest assuming playing dumband stumbled silence bestfor flying below the radar, or snow. see, here’s the ghost: of chance, she cannot speak. it’s been a week … Continue reading
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged feathers, gist, ink, pillow fight, salt, syllabled, this poem poems, trees, waiting on her wings
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poem in peril
help! she’s running from the dactyls again, fleeing her own parchment skinand huddling between the lines. she’s been participle dangled and meter-mangled and nearly strangled (but wits intact) by stanza. in fact, she left us a syllabled s-o-s,and I fear it’s no joke, see? cuz just when you think she’s … Continue reading
Mad ©Hatterbox Poem
This poem will not stop spilling. It’s thrilling, really if you can keep up. She can’t shut her trap to save her life. Words every -where. She says drink meand we do, because she is both decadent and true and all things in between. As well as … Continue reading
nothings
this poem is made of maple syrup sky and black forest on rye and the whispered why of granulated grace. of empty space. of quiet lines that trail true north, wax forth and waneonly by a frosted slice of moon. too soon, she’ll murmur something in … Continue reading
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged Braille, moon poems, November 2022, starspeak, this poem poems, wax and wane
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for the love of this poem
, i shall give her a stanza skirt of royal scarlet and turquoise, a pearly glint of autumn moon. she’ll swoon when i show herthis gentle noise of stream, the golden sunsets seams i’ve sewn into her hem. the trem-bled sway of breeze. these … Continue reading
supervillain poem
this poem is a cad,not a single scad of good, super -latively bad. she’s had it with meter and goodie-two-shoes rhyme and perfect timing. she’s looking (in Gothamin Valhallain Suburbia) for an es-cape. (she can’t fly, but she’ll try.) she’s horrible and incorrigible and evil to the … Continue reading
Posted in April PAD 2022
Tagged maniacal laugh, supervillain poem, supervillains, this poem poems
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Flibbertigibbet
(another poem gone rogue) It’s not my fault,really. This poem has chosen her own name. Also her own war-drobe, which somewhat explains the periwinkle pointed hat and purple pumps with stripey socks (what is she, a witch?) Hey, at least it’s not her birthday suit, like last … Continue reading
Posted in April PAD 2022, dragon poems
Tagged giggles, lemur, moon pie, rogue poems, tea, the ones that name themselves, this poem poems, treehouse, tutus, what?
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poem stitched in sidewalk chalk
this poem is neither here nor there,line nor square (one). she has scrib-bled her-self in sidewalk chalk, and then hopscotched across her own bright skin,left just one small skipping stone within. shhh.she’s still here,still stained. waiting for rain. :: In April, we poem. This is also a second … Continue reading
Posted in April PAD 2022, Quadrille
Tagged chalk, hopscotch, poeming in chalk, skipping stones, square one, stones, this poem poems
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