As was to be expected, the oracle produced a mixed bag this morning.
Like a chant,
raw and bitter,
a black wind blows,
ripping through sea mists,
it storms the sun,
putting dreams to sleep
in the shadow of the moon.
The promise of light grows,
through the gentle night.
Winged music
and star songs run,
river-like,
into the sun.
Listen!
At dusk the breeze grows gentle,
full of summer secrets
and river songs.
I follow the path
through the quiet shade,
where the wild earth breathes
in bright blue peace.
Night growls its secrets,
steely fish listen to angel voices.
Drink this cool cup
to the dark sky,
embrace the rhythms of the dance,
wake up to joy,
slowly sailing
the wild salt ocean
of my heart.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
And a great mix it is!
There are some nice images in there. You just never know what she’s going to come up with!
The Oracle came through! I love these–earth breathing, growls, rivers, and my favorite: “star songs run,
river-like,
into the sun.”
Thank you! They’re poems to think about, seems to me. Not straightforward, but then she is an oracle, not a scientific experiment!
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This is a really lovely poem, Jane.
Thank you Robbie. Again!
I especially like the at dusk one. I love that time of day, work done, sitting to rest, in that bright blue peace you speak of.
It’s when the next round of hunting and playing begins too, the creatures that potter about between sundown and dark.
Yes. A transition time.
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