Goddess, Muse, Sings a Dream

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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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

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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.

 

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.