Dreams and Wishes

More than cake—

remember magic

lives long. Let

it always

surround you, a breathing cloud,

a dance in kisses

 

and so, this—ask if,

but explore the secret stars

in a universe

time ghost-laughs a fevered breeze

and a heart blushes, flowers

 

 

The Oracle knows everything, so she knows it is birthday month at my house. Both daughters and my husband (and mother-in-law) have birthdays in February. When the girls were little, we often had a combined Valentine’s-birthday party. So here is birthday love and wishes in a shadorma tanka combo for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenge.  But there will also be a lot of cake and celebrations this month.

First Blush, Dawn

 

First blush, dawn

starts each day anew–

ripe with hope

untouched by

the future, only yet glimpsed,

a shimmer of light

 

A shadorma for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday—synonyms for begin and fresh. I didn’t see the sunrise today, only snow.

 

 

Sheltered in Branches

Oak tree ringed

now with red-gold leaves

all around,

still they fall,

but the tree recalls the spring

when buds bloom anew—

 

and laughter

rises once again

as children

climb and play–

and ghosts perch there with the birds

sheltered through seasons

 

Frederic Edwin Church, “The Charter Oak at Hartford,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

I feel like trees are trying to tell me something lately: the Theresienstadt Tree, the Tree of Life synagogue, and the big, old oak tree in my yard.

I’m posting this for Open Link night at dVerse, even though it’s Open Link morning for me.  🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After the Blood Moon

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.

Awakened: It’s a Movement

Now their eyes

see past and future,

what has been,

what could be,

embracing hope that we can change–

make the world better

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

Past and Future, Touched

“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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunset: Magnetic Poetry

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.

 

A Star Sails: Magnetic Poetry 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

 

 

For My Daughters: Shadorma, Yeats Challenge, Day 27

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