The Oracle Speaks — Red is My Rain

Red is My RainYou, woman,are a pink rock,shadowed above,shot still with man’s urges;he who plays beautyas drunk lazy want.Sweet on smooth skin,he fiddles deliriously,mad as boiled sea.Blue diamond smells time.She storms less like lustbut sees how like wax the suit,a purple lie of sordid rust. The Oracle Speaks here.

dVerse Q230 – Comes Now a Rumpus

Comes Now a RumpusComes now a rumpuspinned on no compasssound brass trumpetsdispel fear from us.Gathered alumnusprepare in onenessas crucible of fundushath made toughness.Resolve, cuprous cutlass’,survey bulbous buttress’;we steel-smelted puppetsshall refuse interruptuswill forge new twas thus. I have this live album.  Bought it after hearing them at our Irish (and Celtic) Music Festival many moons ago. …

what am i?

i’m pretty and round like a mushroomi’m orange-striped like a muskmeloni’m buried in dirt like a seedgreen stems spring from mewhat am i?oh look, i have eyesa special potato?look closeyou’ll seei’m a toad frogbright me.i live in a zoofor me it’s okthey feed me wellcan you tell? Younger son and his fam went to the…

The Oracle Speaks — Listen and dVerse OLN 390

ListenListen to my seasonedwinter bright daffodil,a knower who breathesof Eden sweet sanctuary.Walk there, wander intuitionas summer wind climbs earth,arises like blue animal spirit.Behold wild things shine andleave deep rooted secret.Life falls, a blossomresting gentlecome soft, quiet dusk. The Oracle, aka magnet poetry.  Grace is the host of dVerse’ Open Link Night.