Tag Archives: twiglets

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!

Posted in twiglets | Tagged aching sky, micro poems, micropoetry, sky poems, syrup sky, tiny poems, twiglets | 2 Comments

*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 →

Posted in twiglets | Tagged breathing fire, flight, here there be dragons, talons, twiglet, twiglets, wings | 9 Comments

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 →

Posted in twiglets | Tagged aging, getting older, gypsy heart, gypsy poet, lying stars, moon poems, moon stones, not all who wander are lost, someday i shall have gray braids and sandy toes, throwing stones, twiglets, twigs, wanderlust, writing in twigs | 2 Comments

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 →

Posted in twiglets | Tagged bubble bubble toil and trouble, casting small spells, cauldrons, kite poems, moon poems, moon stones, spells, twiglets | 7 Comments

Skeleton Moons in Dark Closets

Posted on January 29, 2019 by whimsygizmo

Crave her. Save her as a nightlight, lighthouse beacon for the sea. Hold her fast between these hanger clouds, the hush-loud sting of stars. Turn that golden knob. She’s waiting. .. For twiglets.

Posted in moon poems, twiglets | Tagged moon poems, moon stones, sting of stars, twiglets | 4 Comments

folding, fitted

Posted on January 15, 2019 by whimsygizmo

morning. i am still listening to the moon. when we cannot find the day’s center, we change the sheets, create a ballooned fort of warmth and clothes-pinned sun. nothing else is solvable or solvent, perhaps. but we marvel in … Continue reading →

Posted in Quadrille, twiglets | Tagged change, clothespins, corners, laundry, laundry poems, Q44, Quadrille, sunshine, twiglets | 11 Comments

shhhhh…there’s only time for tiny poems

Posted on January 8, 2019 by whimsygizmo

and so she clacks a wee small bit of black in the margins. smudge. sway. it is no great secrecy that she wishes for more, longs to store the rest of the world away and shout the things on her bursting heart. … Continue reading →