Enormous petals moon usboiling whispery chants;sad cool sea, frantic sleep,repulsive fluff we elaborateand suits life here. But up there in the peachby day we soar light,sun luscious urge, drunkas a puppy by mad wind;my tongue licks summer’ssmooth skin. thank you magnetic poetry online for making the Oracle possible and easy to tap into
Author: Lisa or Li
mother, grandmother, gardener, observer of nature, reader, writer, learner, bicyclist, woman who runs with the wolves, lover of music, philosophical daoist. Welcome.
Friday Favorite Feature 12 — Plea for Peace
Let grace blank the slatecradle tears and salve each acheto bless us forwardwe must leave curses in dustcultivate peace’s garden I listened to US Senator Bernie Sanders last night and please, take a few minutes out of your day to listen to what Bernie has to say. I grabbed Sting’s album, “Nothing Like the Sun”…
dVerse — MTB — Fun with Anagrams — Permute
up tree temper erupt um er em put rum puree per ump permute meter peter rut rue temp tump term mure pree rete re meet me pure meet me true NOTE: My process was to first think of a word with 3 vowels and 4 consonants in it. I wanted it to be a verb….
#FF — Long Lost Part 2
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart Because so many readers had questions about what was going on and what would happen next, I decided to write a Part 2 to last week’s story. His eyes widen, then resume their suspicious stare. He takes the ratty-edged photo from me and studies it under the porch light’s glare….
24 SSPC 7 (1st wk) — The Beginning of Winter (Ritto) (Nov 7-21) — Autumn Storm
As November’s globe ticks its way to other orientations, long nights imbalance with ever-shortening light. Today, rain is forecast. Noon’s pregnant clouds occlude what scant light there is; and by five o’clock landscape is but blurry shadow as the temperature drops. Dusk, a dingy blank upon which nothing is writ even crows silent moon feels…
dVerse Poetics Nature’s Emissaries
How many would be smothered in their cribs to interrupt their trajectories? How many would be unburned at the stake? How many would be unhanging from trees? How many innocent souls would be unraped? Imagining a convoy of Chrononauts on the move Better than Ghostbusters, interrupting evil in its tracks; Confiscating kindling, ropes, and demonic…
dVerse — Prosery — Botched?
Snow would be the easy way out –Rita Dove, from “November for Beginners” Miranda’s rippled cleavage was pasted across banners of the e-zines that mattered. Just like the paparazzi to zoom in on a digital image and draw a red circle around it, with the headline, “Curdled Milk?” And why didn’t Mirage Photoshop her into…
Tao-Talk 