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Tag Archives: tutus
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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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
Theory of Nothing Whatsoever
.. We chase the algorithms of the breeze, form a premise for the gibbous moon. Speculate upon her glow. We have formed a hypothesis or two, or three, about these shattered scattered stars. We can wax forth eloquent and strange … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged dance, dVerse, moon, moon poems, much ado about Nothing, Nothing, sunrise, theory, tutus, wearing tutus with Shawna
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tutus in twos
… we shall dawn-don them in turquoise and purple and crinoline glee, bobby socks fort knox blocks trees ready for (s)wings. you hold my kazoo, and i’ll dance for you while we wait on that wily (coyote) ……….moon. .. … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged kazoo poems, knox blocks, poems for Shawna, silly for shawna, swings, tree forts, tutus
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I’m ’Bout to Build a TreeHouse
… ’Cuz we need a place to be(e), a place for tree- age and sigh -lence. We’ll lace a ladder of purple fuzz and buzz, and the blizzard force of backward breeze. We’ll hiccup ………….(and down) and sneeze, and talk … Continue reading
Slumber Party Songs
A cherry is the fruit of many almonds, she says, while ty(p)ing the string with her tongue and teeth. I don’t know what it means but I like the sound and the way we are both December sweet -hearts and … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged chalk, poetic pillow fights, shawna word lists, slumber party poems, socks, tutus
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mercury blues (slumber party songs)
.. we are self -session (air)guitarist girls, fusing pillow-songs about stupid boys and long hot Brisbane summers and all that raining-on-Sunday longing for some stripy socks. we’ve got pink and turquoise noise tutus and a pen -chant for playing spin … Continue reading
Druthers
sunshine tutu her way through the tulips and barefoot beg this grass to cartwheel us whipfast into a long slow summer of cool nights and fireflies and street -lights as curfew. She wants a periwinkle marker and enough smooth creamy … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged Bomb Pops, crayons, moon poems, paperscissorsrockpoems, Pink Girl Ink prompts, poeming, Poetry, rain, rum poems, scumble, silly poems, tutus
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