Black

I miss so much when the internet is down. No Oracle yesterday, but she gave me a whole string of poems in a particular form that I’ll post sometime.

This consultation (quick before we lose the signal) is grim, but it fits yesterday’s OctPoWriMo theme of black.

 

The fat in the fire, wind in the sky,

like the angry voice of the universe,

screaming into dumb eyes and open mouths

that see secrets

where there is only smoke.

 

Can you not see the black

in the spring sky so blue,

the darkness on the edge of town,

the shadows on the water?

Cry to the shining sea,

stop these lying tongues,

soar with the light.

 

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

19 thoughts on “Black”

      1. LoL This 5G project will be chaotic. No one here – especially no municipality – wants these additional radio masts. But they want to use the modern things. 5 G seems to me to be harmful to health because these transmitters provide lasting impetus.

      2. What I know so far, 5G is only interesting for so-called real-time process control. What is hidden is that fibre optic lines are needed to connect 5G systems. So fibre optics are not laid for the ordinary citizen.

      3. They claim we’re going to get it, but the basic internet access is so feeble here, we’re below the level where some of the measurements register at all. The telephone land line breaks up after a few minutes, and mobile coverage is abysmal. Fibre optic? I’ll believe it when I see it.

  1. I hope her message is heard!
    It’s so funny that you didn’t visit the Oracle, and I didn’t post either–crazy weekend with an emergency with my mom and then a wedding. But late Friday night, when we got home from the ER, we heard an owl–and I told my husband that you had sent them. 🙂

    I’m taking a writing break, and I’m going to post one of my Oracle poems and save one for tomorrow’s musings, I think. (It’s kind of the hopeful opposite version of yours, perhaps.)

    1. I hope your mom is more comfortable. The wedding and the owl are probably portents, but it’s all part of life. I maybe did send you the owl. They’re getting sick of the carnage over here.
      I wrote a mass of poetry yesterday as well as getting on with the novel, but the poems were all in a form the Oracle whispered.
      Off to look at yours now.

      1. I think my mom’s OK for now.
        I’m not certain I’ve ever heard an owl here–or not for years. So, it seemed obvious that you had sent it. 😉

  2. I love Her righteous anger! And our leaders just spend their time in more macho posturing.
    Both the Internet and my computer are unhappy. My daughter is coming to take a look today. (K)

    1. The Oracle really leapt out of her box this morning!
      The service is just crumbling away here, telephone and internet. We were told when we opened the line that we’d never get TV on it. We don’t have TV so that didn’t matter. A basic internet connection would be good though.

      1. I don’t know why they think we need the internet. I don’t know what other people use it for but I suspect for most people it’s recreational. If internet’s crumby you can watch TV can’t you?

      2. We’ve just had the pair of them here. Two hours. We were admonished for expecting more from the internet than normal people who just use it for recreation. Naughty us.

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