said the enormous woman
beneath a blue-pink smeared sky
a peachly symphony sweats smooth
frantically fingering their apparatus;
our headwind panting raw whispers
for a spring storm honey moon
It’s been awhile since consulting The Oracle. Nice to be feeling the mojo to do it.
The Oracle may be consulted here.
Tao Talk 
Nicely done, as always Lisa.
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Thanks, Randy! The Oracle does well.
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Nicely done, Lisa.
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Dwight, thank you.
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Your messages from the Oracle are always so colorful and full of movement. I like the idea of a honey moon. (K)
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It was so bright last night, the last thing I saw before I went to sleep.
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Good company.
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spring storm honey moon…THAT is really cool!
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Thanks, Max! This message from The Oracle is a pending storm (I hope.)
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So cool Li.
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Thanks, Sadje :)
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You’re welcome
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I love how you manage to create something so alive with these words.
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Dale, thank you for your kind feedback <3
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💞
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This poem exudes summer, Lisa. Nice one.
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Thanks much, Steve. Be looking at the one I post after 3pm and you’ll say the same :)
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My pleasure and yes, I just checked that one out, too! 😎
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Winds of change… unlike when the opera is over and ‘the enormaous woman sings.
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Yes and yes :)
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:)
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