her sky lathered a milky moon
a purple shadowing
tongued through summer
licked a dream soaring
in a waxing wind
whispering a beat
bluer than a symphony
So speaketh The Oracle.
her sky lathered a milky moon
a purple shadowing
tongued through summer
licked a dream soaring
in a waxing wind
whispering a beat
bluer than a symphony
So speaketh The Oracle.
Charlotte Hamrick 
Love the whimsy! You make me want to play with my own magnetic poetry kit! One note, since it works both ways, which is your preference – “tongued though summer licked a dream” on magnets or “tongued through summer…” in typed version?
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Thanks! This ended up completely opposite from where it started. That often happens, huh? The typed version is my preference. Thanks for reading, Lynne!
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Yes, that’s the joy of play – it’s a spring board, I have to remind myself 😊. And through vs though, amazing how it changes the effects!
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LOVE this!
Poetry magnets – fun to work with. I use them for haiku
Tammy Vitale
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Thanks for reading, Tammy 🙂
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I love bluer than a symphony. (Probably because it sounds like something I might think.) 😏
The Oracle seemed to be a in a hopeful mood for everyone this weekend.
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Thanks, Merril! ❤️
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You’re welcome, Charlotte!
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soaring in a waxing wind…I love that. I believe we are. (K)
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Completely in love with all your dreamy words.
Anna :o]
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Aw, that’s so sweet! Thank you, Anna! Great to see you here again.
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