I visited The Oracle this morning and here’s what she said….
Crushed
Shine me like waxy whispers
through a thousand tiny storms
Honey my hair in forest mist
rock spray and lazy lake wind
Chant diamond-tongued petals
sweet in the moonlight
Soar like a symphony in a
lust-milked sky
“lust-milked sky”!!!! I love this kind of poem, its playful verb imperatives. You (the poem) take me beautiful places!
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Thank you! I could never write like this by myself. The Oracle brings out a playfulness in me. 🙂
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I think that’s what I need, more playfulness! Must take my magnetic poetry off the shelf and onto my desk!
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I too love the lust-milked sky. The Oracle does like chanting, also, a good thing in my opinion. (K)
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I agree! Thanks, K.
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The Oracle had a wonderful message for you! She’s pretty much demanding that you enjoy yourself. 😀
“Soar like a symphony in a
lust-milked sky”
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