This is my third try with the Oracle this morning. She was having no parts of anything but reality.
beneath here
the shadow waits–
whispers ache with pleading blood–
who can dream the black sky
into moonlight,
turn this time from its mad
worship of death?
our ship rocks through sleepless seas,
asking why the wind sings
only with the bitter tongues of hate
K. 
Stellar – dark – and yet, surely, we MUST believe, have faith, that there is Light and Hope – that this absolute madness will stop.
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I hope that will happen. Humans will not survive otherwise.
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Those black lines on your art resembles a flea or some other disease-carrying blood-sucking insect that has attached itself to our species. What is the antidote to the infestation?
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That’s a good question Jade. A Putin or a Trump–there’s no reasonable approach to them, or their followers.
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Kerfe, I got your postcard today. So wonderful. Thank you ❤
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You’re welcome!
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🙂 Once I put the finishing touches on a couple of the collages I did last week, will post them.
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Great!
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I think we are all firmly entrenched in reality right now, Kerfe. I can’t believe that we shut down the world for 2 years to prevent loss of life and now there is a war and lives are being shed for no good reason at all. An excellent poem.
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Thanks Robbie. I hadn’t considered that aspect but you are exactly right. Crazy.
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These words seem so apt: we might as well ask the wind, for we humans have few sensible answers!
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It seems so. Thanks Ingrid.
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“whispers ache with pleading blood–” That definitely describes the world right now. We both had the wind, though mine remembered the cycles.
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They are always there, despite humanity’s efforts to erase them.
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Yes, they are.
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That’s the line that most struck me, Merril…
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Stunning art and verse. Thanks for sharing! 💓
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Thanks Tricia.
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Welcome! ❣️
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This is a poem for these days, dark, bitter and aching. We all had a similar theme, lots of questions, and ambiguous answers.
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The questions keep accumulating, along with the dark days.
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Hard to accept a bright sky anymore.
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The oracle has spoken and it is truth within a question. We cannot escape the reality of this world no matter how we try. Our only hope is to make some order out of chaos….
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Yes, we can’t give up.
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dark and beautiful, Kerfe…
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Thanks David.
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I am not sure why my subscription lapsed, but have remedied that error. Please pardon my inattention ~
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No problem. I have not gotten consistent posts from many people, including you. WordPress up to its tricks again.
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