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Tag Archives: twiglets
pilfering wishes under a pockmarked sky
after we’ve said all there is to sighwe stand , scooping fallen stars into our cupped hands. written for twiglets. come play!
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!
Seven years after she makes her escape
, all she remembers is blood -red wine in fragile glasses, and empty plates the color of bone. ::twiglet #225
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Tagged best china, bone china, color poems, escape, past life poems, red red wine, twiglets, wine
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yet another poem for that fat golden girl
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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Tagged May Day! May Day!, moon poems, moon stones, most mad and moonly, twiglets
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syrup sky
.. 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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Tagged aching sky, micro poems, micropoetry, sky poems, syrup sky, tiny poems, twiglets
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*aster-risk
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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Tagged adorned in stars, E.E. Cummings quotes, stars, twiglets, twinkle
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dragon dna
.. 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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Tagged breathing fire, flight, here there be dragons, talons, twiglet, twiglets, wings
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worst case: the clocks don’t wake.
… 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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Tagged #aprpad, capturing time, clocking ticking, clocks, in april we poem, tick tock, time, twiglets
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Cauldrons Calling
.. 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
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Tagged bubble bubble toil and trouble, casting small spells, cauldrons, kite poems, moon poems, moon stones, spells, twiglets
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