Tag Archives: William Carlos Williams

This Is Just To Say We’re Still Talking About Those Damn Plums 

Posted on April 25, 2022 by whimsygizmo

Which you definitely ate (the ones that were in the icebox)  and of course I was saving them for breakfast Forgive me for wanting something so sweet instead of all this cold  ::In April, we poem.

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This Is Still to Say

Posted on November 29, 2017 by whimsygizmo

{in response to William Carlos Williams} .. I am sick of plums and that damn empty icebox which never has anything worth saving for breakfast Forgive me I am also not much worth saving   .. Poetic Asides November Chapbook … Continue reading →

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Seeing Red (Dear William)

Posted on October 19, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. I may (or may not) still be (so much) glazed with anger. it all depends. .. prompted by poetic asides, and in response to:  

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Refrigerator Door

Posted on January 28, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. Just red, cold crimson steel – the color of disappointment.     PS: ……We’re out …….of plums.       ..       (Read this.) A second tongue-in-cheek offering for dVerse. With gratitude to William Carlos Williams.    … Continue reading →

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why she didn’t get mad that misty may morning

Posted on April 24, 2015 by whimsygizmo

(with nod to William Carlos Williams)   .. it’s hard to see red when so much depends upon the quiet white rain.   .. PAD, day 24.

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Burn Before Eating

Posted on April 21, 2015 by whimsygizmo

  .. (This is just to say) ………I am nom de plum (from the icebox; delicious so sweet and so cold). I am Henry the Eighth Wonder of the World Trade Center of the Universe. I am the pencil shavings … Continue reading →

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This is Just to Say

Posted on April 7, 2015 by whimsygizmo

(a triolet) .. Oh, love is not a summer’s day, for winter comes quite quickly. Yes, plums get bruised and roses fade. Oh, love is not a summer’s day. Huzzah, now let us count the ways, some things regretted thickly. … Continue reading →

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