Tag Archives: tiny poems

total loss for words

The sky’s a sheer black slate of broken stars, a cold moon holding her tongue.     .. An American Sentence. {in april we poem.}   

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of rearview, and regret

… this poem wishes she was just a little longer slower stronger more open more hopin’ or maybe just closer than she appears. .. in april we poem.       

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a poem

.. is a massive thought sometimes caught in a tiny box.     …. in april we poem.       

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the unknown tomorrows of smallish dragons

blurrrrsday again, and the be -fuddlement continues. we know not what these hours might hold, nor how we shall knit them together to make a quilt of promise. but still we don our brightest tutus and most audacious ………………..clouds, as … Continue reading

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blue-green marbled mayhem

.. we’re r   e  e   l   i   n   g. .. she’s ………healing.     .. in april, we poem. no matter what.   

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Be Right Bach

  … the stars are calling, a sonata -storm of sharp and shifting sky, and I am all fugue and fear. But there’s a cantata playing in the next universe, my dear, and we’re invited.   ..   Written for Poetic … Continue reading

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lights

  ..  fireflies dancing on fir branches; a fairy gala of stars.   .. Me n my Shawna are penning tiny poems all december long. Wanna play?     

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syrup sky

.. she breathes …………….oh, my under waffled clouds.   .. I soooo wish I could take credit for the title phrase, but it’s Misky’s twiglet today. Come play!       

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Seeing ourselves in raindrops

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

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smallish dragons in boxer shorts

we’re happy to report that though they snap and snort, they’re all smoke and they keep it short.     … Written for Poetic Asides.       

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