Tag Archives: tiny poems

fill me, quill me

Posted on April 21, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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

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the sacred language of dawn

Posted on April 14, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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

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17 syllables

Posted on April 12, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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

Posted on April 5, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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

Posted on November 18, 2020 by whimsygizmo

(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

Posted on April 29, 2020 by whimsygizmo

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

Posted on April 28, 2020 by whimsygizmo

… 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

Posted on April 27, 2020 by whimsygizmo

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

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the unknown tomorrows of smallish dragons

Posted on April 8, 2020 by whimsygizmo

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 →