My message from the Oracle after another restless night.
fire lingers,
the color of ice–
a voice that flowers
like a ghost
must stars only live
in the ocean sky?
night surrounds us,
vast with a wild
secret always
the breath of longing
K.
lines that aim to be
K. 
must stars only live / in the ocean sky?
I like those lines. Maybe the answer is – yes. Because they want to be. Maybe we are also where we are supposed to be.
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I hope so Neil. Thanks.
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I like your question about the stars, too, and the secrets of night surrounding us.
Ours do go together again.
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She has her own way of making connections.
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She does indeed.
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Excellent! I love that last stanza!
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Thanks Colleen. Those words jumped right out at me this morning.
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Very beautiful, Kerfe.
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Thanks Robbie.
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Such mysterious questions. The Oracle answered one of them in my poem—stars also live in dark pools where your winter ice waits. I love that opening, ‘fire, the colour of ice.’
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Thanks Jane. The Oracle gave me the opening right away.
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Your opening line is spectacular and your questions like always add another dimension to your verse.
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Thanks Punam. Straight from the Oracle.
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You are welcome.
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sometimes those restless night make us dig deeper, liking this!
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Thanks Kate. That’s true.
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