magnetic poetry

whalesong

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When I saw what the Oracle had given me today, I went looking for an old post I had done on blue whales. What I wrote six years ago is only more true today.

The blue whale is the world’s largest and heaviest existing animal. Hunted almost to extinction by whalers in the 19th century, it is currently endangered, like many other species, by habitat loss due to pollution and climate change. Toxic chemicals and the warming of the ocean disrupt migration and food sources, sonar disrupts whale communication, and whales also collide with ships and become entangled in fishing gear.

Humans have not been kind to whales.

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A good, if depressing, compilation of whale and human history can be found in Philip Hoare’s book “The Whale”. My review on goodreads is here: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/118181104

http://www.whale.org/
http://www.savethewhales.org/

Also linking to earthweal open link weekend.

ancient blue
spirtsong follows
deep moonpath

listen as
secrets breathe between
waterlight

on the brink

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For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. Our skies have been like this on and off for a few weeks now.

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here sky language dreams
enormous symphonies
sings in the tongues
of a thousand winds

beneath the shadows
of the hidden moon
storms wait
playing the music
of still bare light

night music

nowhere to go 2s

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The Oracle sent me a gentle reminder today.

sealight whispers
beneath the shadow moon
never sing the black
dream language–
be sky above water,
shining like a mothership
sailing through the dark

I rearrange six words supplied by the Oracle

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Life in six words, courtesy of the Oracle.

There won’t be no next time.

silver

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For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, a shadorma collaboration with the Oracle.

between earth
and clouded air live
secret paths
that follow
water and wind—ask the light
to sing your soul through

Watercolor with neocolor lines drawn over it

waiting

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let the raging rivers
polish each soul–
let the darknesses
become liquid light
as the waters still

̴ waiting ̴

for clarity to reveal
the depths—let them
return running through
the end, bringing birth
back to the source

Each time I read another puente written by Jane or Merril I tell myself I will attempt the form. This one wrote itself (with help from the Oracle of course).

A poem of redress for earthweal.

Collage inspired by Richard Diebenkorn, words inspired by Pablo Neruda.

nourishment

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The food line outside my window last week.

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the language of fasting
chants with hungry tongues
raw shadows eating
the wind
drunk on the bitter beauty
of never

why do we worship men
who fiddle with words
as need burns?

food line 1s

food line 2s

Listening

listening s

listening magnetic

after decay
the dark opens itself
into eternity
surrounding the universe
like the breath of stars

the voices of angels
linger red

magic

embracing each broken night
with a sacred heart

in the middle of the night

in the middle of the night a

in the middle of the night magnetic

It’s been quite a while since I’ve had an uninterrupted night’s sleep.

time shadows light,
singing together
with stormy winds–
watching ships run
between rain,
like whispers sleeping
in the stillness
of moon seas dreaming
the blue languages
of asking why

interchange

interchange s

interchange magnetic

Some thoughts from the Oracle about Sue Vincent’s photo prompt above. The photo looked familiar so I searched through my archives and found my previous response. The painting I did was quite different, but the words seem eerily applicable to my present relationship to the world–“this false night, this held breath”. Am I who I was before?

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am I who I was
before
the ocean remembered me?–
only a fool’s voice
sailing blue—

I listen for the words
of cloud magic
to open this asking path
into the dancing skies of always

K.

lines that aim to be