Love lives a thousand times,
a dazzle of moon music; star sighs
through lightless sky and blood dreams
~the wind whispers, and the river murmurs
yes~
and if we listen–
under deep cover, the earth remembers,
blooms over and over again.
My message from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. She knows the world, the seasons, and all about deep time.
The goddess urges—
dream of luscious ifs,
in storms and shadow-seas
see the mist rise to honeyed sun
singing of time—
recall summer petals as floating light.
A thousand sleeps were–
in bitter after-aches,
cry at the blood moon,
ask why
it shines
while the wind whispers
heart breaths–
love, there, here, always.
It’s Open Link Night at dVerse, where Mish is hosting. I never got to Tuesday’s prompt on the vatic voice, but I consulted the Oracle today, and this is where she led me.
Breathe if—
and let time fly into the fevered brilliance of the sky—
fire and ice, the stars know
the secret of eternity,
ghost-lights sailing in a vast sea,
a dazzling memory,
like a voice, a laugh, a kiss that lingers
from a dream
as you wake, surrendering to the now–
summer now an almost-smile
in the blue-shadowed mist.
Did I cry? Did you—
asking for angels–but
a hero gone
to the ever-after.
The stars know the secrets,
ghosts dancing to the music of the universe,
but closer, I watch the birds by the riverside
catch the wind and soar out of sight.
My message from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. It was a struggle today to get a clear message. We have lost a hero. Rest in peace, Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
If I beat away the shadows,
will the moon’s music drift
in a shining spray of silver
to dazzle-dance in haunting rhythms
till the sun wakes—then
if I rise,
languid as a summer day,
will the murky mist shift
to reveal an azure sky, where geese wing
above in raucous celebration of life?
If I ask moon, sun, geese,
will they tell me the secrets
of why and when and nevermore—
of how time is a dream, and how dreamtime flutters
and flits, like leaves in the wind?
If I dream of you,
of laughter flowering,
dropping seeds in my heart
do you grow and bloom–
to live forever?
It took me all day today to visit and get my message from the poetry Oracle. I took the photo this morning. It’s a beautiful day here.
Odilon Redon, Panneau décoratif
A signpost
symbol-scarred but faint,
faded from
time’s passage.
But on your heart, ancestors
created a map
of past words
and worlds, crisscrossed, or
parallel?
Infinite
possibilities exist—
light-time blends and bends
and you know
the road circles round
with tangled,
never straight lines.
There –the traces of stars’ dust
shimmers at your feet.
Now has passed,
the future’s ahead
like headlights
on night roads,
a guide. Turn into the spin,
drive to tomorrow.
This is for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday where the theme word is map. Ken’s poem inspired mine. I had intended to write a gogyohka in response, but instead ended up with another shadorma sequence, which is not exactly a response, but when I read his, I thought of signposts.
Vincent van Gogh, Starry Night Over the Rhone
Is it all
a dark dance? Fools laugh
from a vast
emptiness—
hearts or brain? I remember
stars’ light lingers long–
time’s magic
seen after it’s gone–
heart’s-fire,
black-erased,
loss and embraced balanced, moon-
aches and pink roses
beneath a blue sky–
both ifs existing
in time and
in dreams, we
soar through diamond-sprayed skies, sing
with stars. Shine, reborn.
My message from the Oracle in a Shadorma sequence, also for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenge.
Comet Hale-Bopp Attribution: Philipp Salzgeber / CC BY-SA 2.0 AT (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/at/deed.en)
Born before our before,
traveling till after our after,
ice and dust of timeless time,
the molecules of cosmic gases,
atoms of our world, forever
and after
the comet revolves through space
around the sun–our shining star–
our light-filled center, we circle it
year after year, through revolutions,
revelations in art, technology, war
to peace and back to war, revolve, resolve
to see this ball of light,
the icy comma tail–
it comes and goes
and we continue, revolving
electrons within us spin,
looking to connect
to something,
We’re attracted, we’re repulsed–
between darkness and light,
revolving
revolving
revolving.
I’m hosting dVerse Poetics today. The prompt is revolution.Come join us!
In shadow dreams,
the moon whispers, honey-voiced,
of wonders and if
love comes like a summer storm
embrace it–
but bring a cat–
and champagne–
for time circles
haunted by almost and never—
through open windows—look, listen
as the universe laughs
in sparkling light
a spray of diamonds on velvet,
beyond reach, but constant.
It took some time to get my message from the Oracle today–though she was very clear about the cat and champagne.
Puddle Reflection, May 2020. Upside down world, fleeting or timeless?
And after,
do the birds still sing–
the bardo
in-between
past and future, everything
rippling, light circles
to before,
the after, before
time begins,
radiant
waves humming—the sound of dreams–
forever’s spindrift.
A shadorma sequence for Colleen’s challenge because she admired this photo I took during a morning walk when I got caught in the rain. The challenge theme is “the day after,” chosen by Elizabeth of Tea & Paper. Also, this is Colleen’s 175th poetry challenge!
Flowers have a power–
in their beauty they fascinate,
falling in April showers,
almost without weight,
ethereal in form,
adrift to winds of fate–
do they weather the storm,
acclimate, accommodate
to changing times?
The sun’s rising position
also creates shadowed lines.
The flowers, without ambition,
hold some power nonetheless,
ensorcelling spirits lure squirrels and birds,
send ramblers on quixotic quests
with cockeyed verbs and lovesick words.
But now, robin and mockingbird know,
from the bowers, small throats mightily sing–
so, away the cold and the snow
and come the irresistible songs of spring.
Thus, the power of flowers
though it seems the most fleeting of things
fuels hope and love through hours
to soar high on feathered wings.
The prompt for Day 3 of NaPoWriMo asked us to create word banks and to use rhymes and repeat words. I took some words from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle and then went from there.
