Let the Magic Sail In

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Let magic sail in

on a brilliant candy corn sky

this blushing child heals—

time the thing of poetry

and night thoughts,

dances yet lingers

 

~flowing in circular patterns~

 

eternity’s ghost-fires

sends colored smoke clouds

from the stars.

In this rhythm of old secrets

the universe dazzles with if—

listen.

 

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There’s a heavy rain falling this morning, but yesterday morning was beautiful. I didn’t get a chance to consult the Oracle yesterday, but she must have known I had a good day and gave me this puente. (I added a few words she couldn’t be bothered with.)

Origins, NaPoWriMo

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Franz Marc, “Blue Horse,” 1911, [Public Domain] via Wikipedia Commons

When the stars

exploded, diamond

dust scattered

sparkling grains,

spindrift of night seas, and here

they planted themselves

 

in dream worlds,

I see shadow ifs

the before,

the after,

shadow seas and blue horses

places known, maybe

 

we swam in

oceans, we lived in

caves, and trees

sheltered us. And now? We seek

new stars. The moon hums

 

in comfort,

a warning of what

might be if–

or when–

we return to the starlight,

sailing cosmic seas

 

Today, Day 11 of NaPoWriMo asks us to write an origin poem. I decided to go way back. Kerfe inspired me with her shadorma sequence.