Word magic

Oracular magnetic poetry. Strange but somehow it makes sense. Sort of.

 

And and and

I wonder if the Oracle does concrete

or does she need the beauty of well-placed words

to make the rhythm of poetry.

A a a

breath comes out like that but do secrets?

What says the green-eyed flower?

Time and again she

out through from

the night tree beyond the window

celebrates the magic of life

in by of

dark fire in the grass.

Make sense?

Eternity is for always

the never-waking.

Whose voice was that?

I I I

laugh star-like

and point to the vastness of the sky-dark.

There.

Epistles

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Dear animals,

Just a short word to say, we are not all sanguinary brutes, although it must look like that to you. You see the two-legs rushing round in their vans because their legs aren’t up to running after you. They need their dogs because they can’t sniff out a track on their own or get among the brambles. They need their rattles and horns and whistles to frighten you because otherwise you would stay put and they’d never see you. They need their big guns to kill you because they have no teeth, claws, speed, stealth, talons or beak.

They kill, the overweight and out of breath, because you are beautiful, and you can live where they cannot, because you run, creep, fly, stalk where they blunder and trample. Don’t forgive them, for they know what they do. Run and hide. See tomorrow dawn.

A friend.

 

A message from the Oracle.

 

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from this garden;

life is stilled,

only screaming shadows remain,

smell of lost summer,

whispers in the wind.

Shots rip red death—

stop! Please.

Raw is the rose light

that shines this sad bloody day.

Why? I ask, but there is no reply

for those who cry.

 

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How many thousands more

need to die?

 

 

 

 

 

Drunken symphonies before dawn

I do like this week’s clutch of magnet poems. The oracle is in thoughtful mood.

 

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with sun spray

blown in the wind.

Light flickers,

shot through with shadows,

a drunken symphony

screamed at the moon.

 

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and be my love

hold my hand and keep it always,

together we soar

to the dreaming stars

of the quiet evening

and the morning sky.

 

 

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in a wild voice,

from ghost-haunted morning

to dark, velvet night.

I dance in red fire-dazzle

on salt green waves

till the stars wake.

 

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rain rustles

through the roses.

I walk the cold mountain

while night breathes darkling,

and the lake murmurs:

Listen to the moon,

dawn will follow.

 

 

 

A thousand moons

For Magnetic Saturday in honour of Elusive Trope whatever he’s about today.

The oracle of the fridge magnets has a clear theme.

 

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light the sky above,

singing winds

rock the black lake,

as cool forest shadows

recall summer beauty.

 

 

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blood beat

of moon music,

playing to you.

Roses watch

as black petals rust.

Sing to the purple sky,

let it soar.

 

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forest sleeps

through summer storm.

I sing,

waxing purple,

as honey music

rains like sunlight

on water.