Tag Archives: tiny poems

this poem is that one last glimmer

of hope, rising.  she buys an umbrella. she holds hands with horizon.  she winks at the sun. she slicks back her hair and gets busy. she hitchhikes on dandelion wishes. she piggybacks stars.  Written for today’s twiglets. Come play!

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fill me, quill me

,  for my fingers are feeblesmall sisters that cannot sayanything by them-selves.

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the sacred language of dawn

  the coffee sends smoke signals.   tree shadows sign language song.  the breeze whispers me poems.  PAD day 14.

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17 syllables

for when the day has been wall-to-wall wonder, too sunset-struck for words.  :: PAD Challenge, day 11.

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the first grimace of a fractured moon

has us grinning, too and fused to the dancefloor of this star-stung sky. 

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if you had 8 arms, you’d understand

(i think),why i must go with the flow of the ocean and all that                                                 ink.  :: written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.

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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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