Tag Archives: wild

and the sky played on 

Posted on November 30, 2022 by whimsygizmo

she never knew the moon was made of music, orion belting out the blues.  and then she flew, mad as midnight, wild as stars. ::In November, we poem.

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myths of moon 

Posted on November 19, 2022 by whimsygizmo

i.we call her full. we name her half. as if she hasn’t stolen every last thing she’s got from that ball of fire.  ii.we swoon as she rises, knowing she will leave us again. knowing starsare not enough. knowingshe’s the stuff of wild. of wolf. of buck.  … Continue reading →

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Happily, Ever 

Posted on April 26, 2022 by whimsygizmo

They are still unshod, by god-mother. (These wayward Wildling rebel-rogue princesses.)  Barefoot loose and fancy only in their own daisy-chained glee. Nobody’s  waiting to be saved. No-body’s even shaved in weeks and weeks. It’s  all grown wild, like weedsand flowers, ivy. Stars. Some days, they … Continue reading →

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Divine Directives 

Posted on April 19, 2022 by whimsygizmo

Hush.  See? Earth’s not in a rush and we should not be either. She’s quiet -ly turning, not yearning for speed. She’s all tiny flit and flutter, tide  and teaspooned time. Take a breathand hold it like a swallowed moon.  Swoon for … Continue reading →

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Everything, Everything 

Posted on April 13, 2022 by whimsygizmo

Wild.  See? See how the sun edges up again and the dandelions claim sidewalk cracks as stages.  See the pages of the sky, churning clouds of dragon puff, enough to assure us everything  is wild. And well. Moon casts her spell at dusk, and we … Continue reading →

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flowers

Posted on April 1, 2022 by whimsygizmo

she named the year wildand first thought of waves(the ocean calls her, always),but then her days her feed her soul began to fill with flowers.  she’s never thought herself a lily, so Luke 12 has always been for the birds.  but wildflowers?                       oh. she’s weaved them in her hair her … Continue reading →

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daisies raising faces to a star-spilled sky

Posted on January 27, 2020 by whimsygizmo

go ahead, please. keep the world at bay while i bray at this moon. the sky’s got a crazy way of healing me at center, a tune that’s set to stun – the only one that can uncrumple my petaled … Continue reading →

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