Tag Archives: tiny poems

long tree shadows on an early morning lawn 

Posted on April 29, 2023 by whimsygizmo

as if the sun himself is s t r e t c h i n g  , to hold hands with all these blades. 

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love at first 

Posted on April 29, 2023 by whimsygizmo

sigh. kiss. bliss.  but then:  lie. dis. tryst. and so:  leave grieve. breathe.  at last.  ::In April, she poems.

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love duet

Posted on April 18, 2023 by whimsygizmo

:: love is  a red balloon loosed to lonely sky.  :: love is also a daisy turning her face  to sun.  ::

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smallish dragon sneezes 

Posted on April 7, 2023 by whimsygizmo

if it pleases (the court, the bees, the day),  we shall hold our breaths and say godblessyou to the sky.  :: In April, she poems.

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smallish dragon smudge 

Posted on April 7, 2023 by whimsygizmo

:: one landed right here, see? left a wee ink stain sting and a sequin’d bling of sky. :: In April, she poems.

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we are simple smallish dragons 

Posted on April 7, 2023 by whimsygizmo

wayward songs,tiny poems waiting to be caught {fought, taught}by the tail,flailed in storms. ::In April, she poems.

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beach sand 

Posted on November 30, 2022 by whimsygizmo

if you hold it just right (in pocket, in hand)it’s magic fairy dust.  :: Quickly, day 30. I may write more later, but today’s nuts.

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Sky Shenanigans

Posted on November 11, 2022 by whimsygizmo

We’ve already swallowed a big ol’ slice of that lemon yellow sun; now we’re gonna sip some milky moon and scare us up some fun.  ::In November, we poem.

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Pondering the Word Water 

Posted on November 5, 2022 by whimsygizmo

These parch-ments leave us longing for sylla       -bled ink.  We kneel to        (paper) stream, drink deep.  ::Quickly, day 5.

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in the in between 

Posted on November 4, 2022 by whimsygizmo

when both the sun and moon grace the same gold sky,i too am both erased and a bold new light rising.  :: In November, we poem. Today is day 4.

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