A collaborative poem with the Oracle.
Only ask and all the air will wake with joy
to the slow rhythm of the morning.
Taste the salt blue of the sky,
the smoky softness of a dewy meadow,
the rough velvet of secret trees, emerging from the mist,
the liquid brilliance of the moon.
The breeze is haunted by the voices of the past,
the whisper of babies and old women
~dwindled to a memory~
the raging of the storm,
this breeze is full and rich,
and entwined with the thistledown of dying breath
the vibrant pulse of night, birthing stars,
the tangle tendrils of day-thrusting shoots,
life that swells and grows and beats;
taste its hot tang with lips that speak words of hope,
and treasure its trembling on the brink of being.
This is such a lovely poem, Jane, it speaks of so many special moments, culminating in the one so easily missed by those impatient…
Thanks Anita (or is it Jaye?). The Oracle just had to nudge this one, throwing out so many key words, one after the other.
It’s always me (Jaye) on the computer, Jane.
This poem was very good, key words or no…
Thank you, Jaye 🙂 I used to try to only use the words in the pool, but they are pretty basic. It’s much more satisfying to let the magnets show an idea of a line of thought and embroider on it using words of my own.
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
Thank you!
Uplifting.
I’m glad you find it uplifting. The Oracle’s poems can go either way.
At Best Babies and Old
Women Seek And Find
Love Most for Us to Live..:)
They build
the ramparts of memory
with their selfless giving
Love’s Fruition
Gift For Giving
Thanks Giving
This is so lovely, Jane–so many beautiful phrases. It’s like the earth sighing.
I think perhaps I should have “collaborated” a bit more on mine to make it a stronger poem–but we did have some of the same words (of course) 🙂 and some similar thoughts.
Thank you! It seems to me that we get the closest poems when we both use just the Oracle’s words. Normal, I suppose. I’m just getting lazy about picking out words by splicing.
It’s like we’re so close to the Oracle (and the words don’t really change), so now we can just pick and choose.
Yes, as if we know what she’s hinting at, so choosing different words doesn’t alter the message. She doesn’t own Magnetic Poetry after all, it’s just a tool she works with 🙂
Oh, you’re right. Yes.
🙂
This poem gave me chills … in a good way. So many references to dying but also life. Can’t have one without the other.
Exactly. That’s how I see it too. In a way, nothing really dies it’s just in suspense, waiting for the right conditions to flourish again. I’m still working out how that theory applies to us though…
… lol …
I like the way the gentleness becomes fierce. Both can hold hope and new beginnings. (K)
Fierce is a good way to describe the Oracle’s emotions. They don’t come in modern cotton wool.