Over thousand sleeps of
honeyed purple, the smell
crushed from gardens
beneath the moon,
her hair let fast,
she sings a dream–
what if
light is love soaring through time
whispering in sea spray?
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Tag Archives: Magnetic Poetry
Spring Storm–Tanka
Black storm rose coolly–
day was yet springing up light
rain and petals sprayed
the moon asleep, so she soars
dreaming above in blue mist
The rain woke me up early this morning. We’re supposed to get thunderstorms later. As always, the Oracle knows.
A Thousand Storms Fly–Magnetic Poetry
Weekend consultation with the Oracle.
A thousand storms fly
through time and sky,
sing the music of mist
and purple light,
cool seas
and pounding beauty
over rocks—asking not to please–
it is and was
life whispering in soaring delirious language
of death and spring
Ivan Aivazovsky [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Moon Dreams, NaPoWriMo, Day 29
Moon goddess whispers a shadow
(say it).
Her language is the smooth smell of never–
she aches music,
and shines light in diamond sprays
when we sleep,
a storm,
a delirious symphony of beauty and blood–
urging,
what if. . .?
I’m off prompt for today, the penultimate NaPoWriMo day for this year. I visited the poetry Oracle instead.
Narcissus, Magnetic Poetry, NaPoWriMo, Day 21
Wind whispers sweet-tongued symphony,
soars, and lighting forest
(so not his friend, the goddess)
driving from above, his life,
as if in a dream, at this lake
showing you there.
You worship you
are gorgeous,
cool–
and you delirious—
See this he? Please love me,
swim,
I ache–
But no, death rose,
too late—the lie—
it is me.
Caravaggio, “Narcissus,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
We know how the Magnetic Poetry Oracle loves her myths, and she gave me a poem that fits (I added just a bit of editing) the NaPoWriMo prompt to write about Narcissus.
We know the story could apply to many. 😉
A Dream Whispers, NaPoWriMo, Day 14
For my friends
A dream whispers over my head,
a chant,
it is time–
with friends,
smell roses and cool water spray,
let sweet shadows ache
as sun lives through summer storms—
we do and have and will
love the beauty of these days
New Year’s Eve, 2016
We are linked, heading into 2017.
Off prompt for NaPoWriMo because I have a busy weekend with friends. The Oracle knows!
Haunted, NaPoWriMo, Day 7
Ghost–a breeze dances,
always born away,
like ocean rhythm
remembered,
haunted, I listen,
she said, “Give joy—laugh,”
and her smile lingers. . .
there, broken window sash flies in, out,
come
go,
it is but life, some magic velvet thing.
Some words from the Poetry Oracle for Day 7. I revised just a tiny bit, so I hope she doesn’t get upset, but she clearly understands portals.
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
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.
She Calls the Sea: Magnetic Poetry
I dream—
a singing woman
on a ship–
she shines with diamonds and sea spray
(luscious goddess)
she moans and water soars–
a storm smell winds languidly
over and about,
music of sun, rain, sky
recalling life–
the thousand springs
I didn’t consult the Oracle last week, but she didn’t mind. She seems to know I had a bit of an ocean theme going on this week, and she gave me this one.
Clouds Laugh With Secrets–Magnetic Poetry
Clouds laugh with secrets
(eternity may lie),
yet the grass breeze-dances
and the day fire-dazzles with desire-
melting ice,
embracing life.
