moonflower

In honor of this month’s May flower full moon, the Oracle gave me a lai nouveau.  I know dVerse has moved on to the ghazal already, but I’m not ready yet for June which is still a full week away.

the moon a flower
cloud air and water
gentle
wild gardens wander
secrets uncover
cycle
we follow after
blossoming color

shine over summer
spring fall and winter
fertile
beneath blue murmur
listen as nature’s
soul fills
cloud air and water
the moon a flower

 

sailing the mares of night

The Oracle gave me another lai, the featured poetic form at dVerse for May.  She began with darkness and ended with light.  They are always switching places it seems.

what blackness this storm?
it covers the moon
and sky

beneath shadowed dream
wind remakes the when
of why

time sings of spring sun
the light whispers come–
don’t cry

surrounded

I consulted the Oracle this morning and ended up with a Lai poem, the featured form at dVerse for May.  The rhymes are pretty slanted, but the message suits this fine morning that has cleared from grey to breezy blue.

I’m posting this for NaPoWriMo, but I may try the Shakespeare prompt later if I have time.

Pink Moon

The Oracle is, as always, right.  Even though the clouds are covering the moon, I’m singing with Aretha and the wind.

bitter language will not
chase away the raw shadows

chant your blues
into the sky–
ask the wind to sing with you
beneath this pink moon

 

 

the secrets of magic

Who better than the Oracle to consult about today’s NaPoWriMo prompt –life in this mysterious world?

Why are our hearts
dancing the blue dark

fooled by the lost voices
haunting the holes
in the night sky?

We should be sailing
on the rhythm of star oceans

openings surrounded by
the secrets of magic clouds

 

dawn

I think the Oracle had already had enough questions for me today.  She was clear, short, and sweet.

she is a child of the morning–
sky cloud dancing on air
with secret blue starfire

NaPoWriMo will no longer let me post a link to my work on their site.  I’ve tried different computers and different browsers with no success.  So you won’t find me there. But I’ll still be writing every day and posting here.

 

springsong

 

The Oracle is gently optimistic this weekend.

trust the evening sky
to receive the voices
of the night–
wishes dreaming in music,
filling every sound with flowers–
a language of dances
and winged stars

 

Equinox

Nina gave me a magnetic board for consulting the Oracle.  This was her first message…of course she had to mention this week’s full moon!

In between all the rain and wind, it was a clear, if misty, night.  I like the way the moon mirrored the streetlight rising over the buildings too.

breathe spirit from within
be nothing but a moon song
speaking with the wind

 

over and over

 

What dark fire is this
melting the air with fresh blood?
endless broken days,

ghost voices lingering in
an eternity of tears

 

Of Water She Speaks

The Oracle keeps her eye on the weather.

I took the title from a proverb, no doubt also the work of the Oracle:

“The moon, her face be red,
Of water she speaks.”

Must light have storms?

Goddess of purple mist
dreams the sky away
with rain

Ask the sun
about blue wind and red seas,
the enormous moon and the thousand ships
that go from here to there
from delirious to mad