The Oracle Speaks — Goddess Crush

Goddess Crush A woman watches the moonas luscious purple-pink mist, raw in panting,licks hot sleepy smell. Smoothing milky coolover gorgeous black hair,her head fiddles madlyas she shines,dressed in light.     original magnet kit

dVerse MTB/Form — Ballata — Summer Water

summer water moves dynamicsun-warmed from spring’s thawobedient to seasoned lawscompared to winter blues, it’s manicsummer water moves dynamic sheeting boulders as it falls,tinkling streamlets into pondsbuoys fish, all things aquaticsummer water moves dynamic light plays over surface, drawsmirrored ripples worth applauseintegral to soul’s choreographicsummer water moves dynamic A poem about “summer water” could get quite…

The Oracle Speaks — Gentle Paths in Summer

Gentle Paths in Summer Earthly murmur, soft sanctuary, sweet quiet sun in shade; summer season, bloom sublime. Moon climb to fruit in air, blue dusk breath of lonely secrets’ ancient poet path. Nature kit magnets

dVerse — OLN365 — Reciprocity

Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruit of your gifts and destructions. –Pablo Neruda, from The Wide Ocean Reciprocity If you were to give … me … fruit of your gifts and destructions I would give you the same — but the choice is, as always, yours.. Remember one-way streets…

24 SSPC 43 (2nd week) The Beginning of Midsummer: Growing Heat (0707-0721)

Snapshots for Midsummer’s AlbumWilted birds and flowersmust patiently waitas black hose flushes smoldering hot waterto cool; to quench thirstythroats and flood parched beds.When long days overstaywhen shy short nights hideeyes long for moonlight in midsummer darknesstwinkling stars and fireflieslost in cool’s magicI grab the bigger canto fill with rec gas;cutting the grass has become avocation.Robins…

dVerse — Prosery Monday — Karma’s Little Helper

every day unfurls as it must–from Oolong, by Adrienne Su Karma’s Little Helper She sweats on the front porch swing, listening to wind swish treetops, catching whiffs of lavender. It is summer’s zenith, when green screams its loudest. Sunlight roars yellow. The palette’s remainder supports in dulcet murmurs. Reverie carries her to a summer when…