After blood moon’s
shadow rose, misted
and rust-still
with music,
a symphony urging you,
Love, to soar away.
But time screams
a luscious pink sky,
here in day–
asks, sweet-tongued–
must and if–and so, I moan—
we trudge together
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The Oracle must have been sky gazing last night and gave me this double Shadorma.
It was cloudy and rainy here last night.
Now their eyes
see past and future,
what has been,
what could be,
embracing hope that we can change–
make the world better
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.
“Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious.”
–Stephen Hawking
she once had
a mortal body
long ago–
or was it?
Unbound by time, she’s unsure
drifting in moonlight. . .
and starlight
and in brightest sun–
it is all
part of her
and she of it. Wandering,
she touches your heart–
you feel it,
a shock, fear–and awe,
but also
desire
for knowledge. Look at the stars–
time and space folding
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This is for dVerse. We were asked to write a shadorma with the prompt “phantom.” I’ve done a series of connecting shadorma stanzas.
We watch the
light sleep. Pink shadows
like sky gowns,
rose-blown sweet—
from rust mist, a goddess sings
recalling what was
The Oracle was quite stubborn today. She ate a previous poem that seemed closer to today’s snowy day. I think she remembered the Yeats poetry challenge. . .and what was, and so, she gave me this shadorma.
I haven’t consulted the Oracle in awhile, but she seems to be in a good mood today, and she gave me this shadorma, even though Eliot’s November challenge is over.
A star sails
haunting the night, she
laughs, wake a
universe,
her voice fire and joy, it
lingers, a breath, . . .if
I’ve combined prompts again–a Shadorma for Eliot’s November Shadorma Challenge and Jane’s A Month with Yeats Poetry Challenge, Day Twenty-Seven for both.
Today’s quotation:
“Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on.”—W.B. Yeats
I watch her
sleep, tiny body
breathes softly
in and out,
time focused
only on the here and now,
her dreams without words
did her soul
travel from the stars
I wonder,
discover
love grows exponentially
in lullabies sung
I’m combining prompts again for Eliot’s November Shadorma Challenge and Jane’s Month with Yeats. Here is today’s quotation:
“I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!”–W.B. Yeats
In a dream–
we flew like birds,
laughing gulls
soaring high,
or stood amidst the sea foam,
time and physics paused
Ilya Repin. “What Freedom!” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Gratitude
for life, love, and food,
we gather
together
around the table to eat
where ghosts watch, smiling
they hover
as we make toasts to
absent friends,
ancestors,
spirits in our memories
sit with us in peace
This is a Shadorma for Eliot’s November Challenge.
A Shadorma for Eliot’s November Shadorma Challenge and Jane’s A Month with Yeats Challenge.
Today’s quotation:
“..by water among the trees
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh” —W.B. Yeats
stag and doe
over golden leaves
side by side
they travel
at dusk, searching, wandering–
sighing, find a home
Franz Marc [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
