Tag Archives: twiglets

pilfering wishes under a pockmarked sky

Posted on June 1, 2021 by whimsygizmo

after we’ve said all there is to sighwe stand , scooping fallen stars into our cupped hands. written for twiglets. come play!

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this poem is that one last glimmer

Posted on May 11, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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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Seven years after she makes her escape

Posted on May 4, 2021 by whimsygizmo

, all she remembers is blood -red wine in fragile glasses, and empty plates the color of bone. ::twiglet #225

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yet another poem for that fat golden girl

Posted on May 1, 2021 by whimsygizmo

the other one tends to get all the attention (all that tangerine morning shine) , but she (more sinister sister, dark side tried and true light thief) still knows how to own a sky. we stop and watch her balloon-float gloat her way up, a full hot cup of … Continue reading →

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syrup sky

Posted on November 19, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. 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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*aster-risk

Posted on September 24, 2019 by whimsygizmo

Humanity i hate you… – E.E. Cummings .. she longs to shed …this weary skin, …….begin again ………………………..adorned in stars. .. twiglet #145.

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dragon dna

Posted on August 27, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. they’re two parts moon, i think, a drink of shimmered scale and waxing fire. where do their wings come from? starling murmur? darling’d breeze? the breath of trees and song that comes ……………(what may) from long stray veins … Continue reading →

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long gray braids and fading footprints

Posted on July 30, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. you look older now whispers that naughty moon, my wanderlust gypsy soul sister. i silence her in sea -glass, sand and salt, true-north pebbled ………………..stones, as the stars lie in wait for me. .. twiglet #137 … Continue reading →

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worst case: the clocks don’t wake.

Posted on April 2, 2019 by whimsygizmo

… no tick-tock rock a -bye to try and tease me into animated state. no hands to take the day in stilted seconds. no numbered phase. no captured trace. no era caught. on second thought, you tease, ………………..yes, please. … Continue reading →

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Cauldrons Calling

Posted on February 12, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. Oh, we’ve got spells. Woo him. Thrill him. Kill him. Spill him to the moon, she’ll hold him fast. Bubble-bubbled, toiled and troubled here in all this midnight mass. You only need bring a broken kite string, your sharpest … Continue reading →