Nature’s Church
Like lichen on river trees
see me grow, following
summer spirit to fall,
through to winter’s wither.
When world relaxes,
you climb above season,
light tendrils blossoming
[your] secret sanctuary.
The Oracle Speaks through
magnetic poetry.
That made me smile, Lisa. A wonderfully written magnetic poem. 👍
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:) thanks!
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You’re most welcome! You always inspire me to write more magnetic poetry. ☺️
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A winner again!
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Max, it really is magic when these things come together. I just finished putting the cento poem together for POPO 2026, where I take 1 line from each postcard poem and create a poem from them. It works the same way. I look at it and say a prayer of thanks to The Oracle for her gifts.
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The Oracle KNOWS! This one was one of the best…there is nothing forced.
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<3
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❤️
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:)
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A very meaningful poem Li 👍🏼♥️👍🏼
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Thank you, Sadje <3
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You’re most welcome
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