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The Moon Dancing
The moon is swollen full tonight, her belly stretched out in the light; that glow ascribed to pregnant maids reflects down through the tall pines’ shade and with a wash of purple blue includes the woods’ edge in my view. … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, Divine Mother, illusions, mother goddess, night, shadows, the moon
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Petitioning: an ae freilighe
The gods may grant petitions to endless years of prayer; not lay too strict conditions; in that granting, be fair; but it is not sedition to think them often cruel, seeing naught but perdition in their lessons and schools. Think … Continue reading
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Tagged ae freislighe, daily poems, deities, fate, illusions, Irish verse forms, poetic forms, prayer
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I closed my eyes just for a wink
I closed my eyes for just a wink, it seemed, to find two hours past; and in the space of that mere blink, the sky, dull grey and overcast had cleared into an inky blue. The tepid post-rain afternoon had … Continue reading
Laughter of the gods
If you would hear the gods gambol and laugh, their rumbling chuckles echo through the land, and tickle divine humor, pick a path based on a well-conceived and thought out plan. You need not start out on it. Not one … Continue reading
Ginger Freed from Wall Singing
Won’t you me the dance out of reaching your space into nothing close where longing breeds its sorrow armor (amour)? Drum talks your babel tonguing instinct-burnt incessancy; naturalized immortalifications reduced to venial chancery in the cold light of reminder. My … Continue reading
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Tagged dancing, disillusion, distance, Fred Astaire, Ginger Rogers, illusions, longing, love
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The sky was Maxfield Parrish blue
The sky was Maxfield Parrish blue with some clouds daubed in for show, a mix of mauve and lavender, light gray and dirty yellow. One could imagine, at the lake, slyphs slipping from their homes to sport with shy and … Continue reading