Ocean Asks Ocean asks salt: I will remember, but can desire decay? His dazzle, a brilliant man of steel, to old peace of cake? yes, i know, wrong use of peace, but it was what i had and it fit top image “Abstract Seascape,” by Julia Bars brought to you by magnetic poetry poet’s kit
Category: love
The Oracle Speaks — Stilled Seed
“Neuron,” by Roxy Paine stilled seed drive ache from need run through a thousand sleeps on wind with summer beneath feet by these, head’s waxy recall lies stilled seed over mad music
The Oracle Speaks: Diamond Lies
Diamond Lies You dress love’s language in a thousand mist whispers, tongues singing my ache with sleepy urges. I ask why these diamond chants are dreamed — and lie. I used the original magnet set.
The Oracle Speaks — Grow Sanctuary
Grow Sanctuary Between forest and moon a secret is seed. Listen deep, feel Eden, follow fertile song. In love’s soul murmur you can grow sanctuary like Winter falls for Spring.
24 SSPC 18 Deep Cold (1st week) (Jan 20 – Feb 2) Daikan — inside winter walk
Whilewalkingthe gardensat night, low light,we’re glassed in & warm.Breathing in moist exhalesof plants while wind screes outside,to satisfy keen need for green.Warm-loved glow of together time,silent songs, priceless sense of belonging. Chimes say closing time; the spell is broken.Son and wife bundle precious daughter, bracing for crunch-cold walks to cars“Bye, Grammalisa.” She waves.I lean in…
dVerse — Q193 — Don’t Pinch Me
Don’t Pinch Me In half spoon-curled,nitelight soft-glowed,mattress-warmed,flannel-soothed,vervain-sniffedfluffy clouds I face youreven-breathed,solid presence. Eyelashes droopabove cold nose,waiting; my handrising and fallingon your chest. In timeyou turn to scootch-reachcloser, low-growling. Don’t pinch me if I’m dreaming. Top image link De is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants us to write a quadrille (exactly 44 words…
dVerse — MTB — If you want me to be honest
If You Want Me to be Honest April’s burst slumbers yet as I travel my slow-moving world. Each morning I make my way; Primordial, I shimmer. Datura, pale, mute blossom, listens in. Silly thought, I thought we had forever. To think I’ve waited for you. Take this clutter from my house, my psyche, and the…
