I was ready to meet the Oracle but she was grumpy and unpredictable tonight, dismissing my almost-poem. I started again and saved a screenshot when she wouldn’t let go of my last word. So, here’s the screenshot and the poem with the last word.
Autumn Sky
Sun, like an eggy lake
a sleeping diamond lazy-gowned,
dream-drunk.
Summer’s sweat
a shadow, a moan,
a whisper.
I love the left-center portion of that image. Like looking underneath. The word “ripe” floats right there, above.
(Oracle not even speaking to me tonight.)
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Dream-drunk…so often, yes. (K)
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ha! liking this again.
how’d you get the sky to be like that? he was amazed.
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