out on this melting edge– a fool sailing through oceans of haunted broken heartstars, the poison of decaying days– I ask how dark it must be to awaken the tears of angels, the ferocious fire of your gods
The Oracle gave me the first two stanzas of this one right away, but I had to work for the last two. I really wanted to use “secrets” but she was having no part of it. There are too many secrets floating around already.
every after walks through the long dark between
who can we ask if always becomes lost?
when will these deep paths of why grow roots that follow light?
beneath nightsongs of a wandering moon we listen to nothing—ancient and wild
Another old collage done for one of Sue Vincent’s prompts.
The Oracle gave me five lines of a shadorma and multiple endings, all leading in the same direction. There is no resting place right now in the world created (and, increasingly, destroyed) by homo sapiens.
if life clouds you with lonely whys, rest between the roots of earth, breathing green spiritsong– follow treepaths–walk winter into spring– listen to ancient stones—wander with wind
The first part of this one went quickly, but the Oracle made me work for the last 2 lines. Only when I decided to see if I could make the word “illusions” would She let me complete it. “Life is but a dream” or so they say.
sleep whispers in tongues of blue mist– as if moons seadream light though shadows above still water– illusions of time