The Blue Moon Sings–Magnetic Poetry Shadorma

Blue moon sings,

she chants our dreams—some

elaborate—

we sleep, and

they swim, scream, rock, winding through

who you are and why. . .

 

when all is

smooth beauty over

languid seas,

will you cry–

wanting a diamond, not pleased

by luscious language. . .

 

raw whispers

of rainstorms springing

the garden,

as water

licks the petals, showing us

what is. . .if only

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The Oracle gave me an interconnected shadorma chain. Is that a thing? It is now.  I just saw there is supposed to be a blue moon at the end of the month, when hopefully, we will actually have spring. The Oracle knows!

I’m linking this to dVerse Open Link Night.

 

20 thoughts on “The Blue Moon Sings–Magnetic Poetry Shadorma

  1. Oh, that blue moon trying so peacefully to alter our paths, by chanting our dreams. . .
    The water licking petals and rainstorms springing the garden were brilliant interpretations of your Oracle’s words.
    Wishful and misty eyed wonders of “what could be,” Merril.

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