

My message today from the Oracle.

beneath the still shadowskin
sleep recalls the ache of summer skies
shot through with black tongues
I cannot sing now
in the music of moontime–
nor do I dream
in the language of the shining sun
how I ask and why?
if whispers the bloodwind
inside this mad motherless storm
We have very similar messages today.
You have my “if.” 😏
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Thanks for lending it to me!
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Any time! 😊
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Melancholy washed over me as I read this one… that last “if whispers the bloodwind/inside this mad motherless storm” sent a chill through me. Always I ask the questions and so rarely get a clear answer. Perhaps that’s why I like poetry, it allows for a teasing out of the heart’s desires and a clarification of the mind’s motivations….
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I think that’s true Muri. A way to process feelings that don’t have exact words.
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Hi Kerfe, this poem is tinged with sadness. Very beautiful, like very cold water in a stream.
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Thanks Robbie. It feels like the world is full of sadness right now.
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Those last lines gave me the shivers. There’s a sense of despair in this one, as if we’re all adrift.
We have some of the same images but the tone of our poems isn’t the same. For once, mine were (I got a second one with more of your images) optimistic.
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I do feel adrift right now…she always knows.
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As long as she keeps responding we know she is there…
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Yes, that’s a comfort.
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She’ll catch you, throw a line.
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She keeps me going anyway.
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I look forward to her Saturday wisdom.
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I do too.
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a sense of perturbation, of disorientation. this mad storm, indeed ~
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Yes, disorientation is exactly right.
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Powerful words from the Oracle! I love ‘the ache of summer skies’ and ‘mad motherless storm.’
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Thanks Ingrid. She is troubled this week.
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The despondecy is so palpable yet it is a beautiful write.
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Thanks Punam.
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You are welcome.
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