The Oracle Speaks:Through Intuition See Warm season withererfrosting every dawn;used up blue winter. Through intuition seelight murmur life;the sweet summer rose. Blossom between then,vivid, verdant thing;thrive, feel, breathe. Bonus message: happy squirrel spiritwild poetrywind in treedo spring The Oracle Speaks through magnetic poetry, this time the poet set. Follow the link to find your message…
Category: poetry
dVerse OLN 399 — cloud cotton leaves
cloud cotton leaves Just then I see cloud cotton leaf winter tree limb pleasant substitute if momentary for green Lillian is today’s host for dVerse’ OpenLinkNight.
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — a poem inspired by Johnny Cash’, Folsom Prison Blues
“The Circus,” by Albina Felski blues with no bridges: burned middle learning toxic lessons from the cradleprivileged take sun for granted on vacationpoor don’t notice it while scrambling to surviveprivileged are blessed to have cozy nanniespoor learn a bottle soothes when it’s fullprivileged own institutions that let them slidepoor, the face of crime, bludgeoned by…
#TNG 107 / 229
Judy Dykstra-Brown is the host of The Numbers Game. This is the 107th time, and this time we are looking for images that pop up when we put 229 in the media gallery search box. My slideshow is below. Please look for the small dark arrow to the right of the image that will take…
dVerse Q239 — when…
when… when you’re lostin ruminationdown a dark hole when you’re doom-scrolling, wound uptight in agitation you may needa bit ofrespite when you leastwant to do itfind a way to smile sun sear throughclouds. gold gleamon snow For anyone who hasn’t watched, “The Life of Chuck,” I highly recommend it. De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s…
The Oracle Speaks — About Ache
About AcheSymphony skin, honey dream,rock crushing diamond driveis in me, boiling beneathdelirious fiddle music;but shadow has shot throughmeanly with never, itssleepy, lazy chants coollust in blue blows. It’s been awhile since consulting The Oracle. Magnetic Poetry Original Set
dVerse MTB/Forms Thursday — Abecedarian Brave Bards
“The Bard,” by Lincoln Brasel Abecedarian Brave BardsMyriad are tales each tell;Nestled into life, they areOpened as a gift when right.Pearls that form from healing scarsQuestion not when they arrive.Ready ears and eyes will noteSharing feels a privilege.Tiptoes through a blossom field,Undulating shadows withVibrant iridescent sweeps.Willing wafts of varied s(c)ents,Xylem seeds may cultivateYeti soils of…
Tao Talk 