Listen
Listen to my seasoned
winter bright daffodil,
a knower who breathes
of Eden sweet sanctuary.
Walk there, wander intuition
as summer wind climbs earth,
arises like blue animal spirit.
Behold wild things shine and
leave deep rooted secret.
Life falls, a blossom
resting gentle
come soft, quiet dusk.
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I really look forward to these.. you did an awesome job.
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Max, thank you. The Oracle never lets me down.
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Never!
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Oh…btw…I’m going to start the Night Stalker on Sept 4…I want to get it rolling!
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Goody! :)
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Very nicely done, Lisa.
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Thanks, Nancy.
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Most welcome, Lisa.
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This is so lovely, Lisa.
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Thanks much, Colleen <3
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Lovely Li :-) beautiful poem!
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Thank you :)
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Our poems this week are definitely related. The Earth is speaking. (K)
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definitely something in the air…
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I love the feel and cadence to your majestic poem, Li💕
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Beautiful poem Li
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Thank you :)
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Most welcome dear friend
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Is the Monarch from your garden?
Lovely verse :)
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Yes, it is, can’t you tell by the sulphur cosmos? Thanks :)
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I didn’t get around to planting much other than some herbs and tomatoes… lovely image. My monarchs are still in their chrysalis (son sent me an image this morning).
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<3 <3 <3 I did a walk around the milkweed yesterday and saw little signs of chewing, eggs, etc. I did see one fuzzy caterpillar but that's it.
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Fuzzy isn’t Monarch. Yellow green white is Swallowtail. Monarchs don’t have fuzz either.
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Lovely poem. I like the other one, over on the right in the image, too!
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Thanks, Steve. I planned on leaving it out, but it insisted on staying.
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My pleasure, Lisa. It adds to the piece; reads like a heavenly direction sort of thing.
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I would love to listen as you read this poem … your voice becoming a whisper as you recite the final beautiful line … ‘Life falls, a blossom resting gentle come soft, quiet dusk.’
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<3 Happy it makes you think of these things.
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Nicely done, Lisa. Flowers… a taste of Eden… I like that!
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Happy you do, my friend.
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There is a softness in your words that makes the reader yearn to listen for the mystic message to arrive.
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:) <3
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This reads like a prayer. Beautiful ending lines Lisa. Have a good weekend.
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Grace it comes from The Oracle and she may be pleading to us humans.
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p.s. wishing you a good weekend also. I’m about to go out and mow the lawn.
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Beautifully constructed Li. I really love where the words took you. I haven’t done a magnetic poem in ages. Maybe I should do some more 🥰
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Christine, glad you like the poem. I would heartily recommend you try it again. It really takes the pressure off, as The Oracle always comes through <3
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I believe I will ☺️👍. Thanks, Li. 💗
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<3
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Sweet!
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<3
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I like how this floats delicately, speaking of the ephemeral so gently. Lovely, Lisa.
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Jennifer, thank you for the feedback, much appreciated.
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I had never heard of winter daffodils… sounds lovely
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Maybe you’ve seen daffodils poking out of the snow at winter’s end? That’s the word The Oracle gave me and I think it works? Thank you, Bjorn.
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