Tag: a.i.Art
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18 March: dVerse Prosery
And in the end,” she said… It’s my eleventh year, far from home, but oddly, I’m at home here—twilight in the garden, the sky open wide to a single star. It’s summer; I often sleep on the porch, and she says, “It’s not what we may be, it’s what we are.” …
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18.03 Cadralor for the Oracle
A Cadralor for the Oracle I.There’s a crow on the roof ridge,struts across it as if it’s the world,bends its wings, scolds, clamours,swears an ocean of words from itsdark battalions of creamy clouds. II.Petulant weather. Raining as ifspitting upwards by the dead.Splashing against the window,a drummed blur of silver fingersthat change tunes in whispers. III.Listen—a…
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14.03 The Oracle’s Cadralor
The Oracle Shouts Spring I. Winter was a sharp howling war, Sunday’s spring was utter calm; a day of molten glory and sun, of nights crowding stars pressed troubled faces upon the sky. II.The sea roiled rough though wind laid calm; thick-flecked with light under the light of stars, a shuffle of sands in lapsing…
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12.03: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Ragnarök: Found in The Weavers c.14 Sliding on Ice slide through the dayas if on ice,on a slick bya flaring flame of sun, En á ísi skrípa be thee a rootless tree,a waxing wave,a brittle billow,a rooting boar, En á ísi skrípa be thee a broken blade,the whim of a child,the first own fruit,I am…
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07.03 Ex Nigro et Albo Hiemis
Ex Nigro et Albo Hiemis It’s from the east facing window that I watch spring, although this morning’s winter fog obscures the view from anything beyond the windowsill, but no matter—I’m unmoored from gloom by an amber warning to winter that blooms bright as a lantern. Yes, the crocuses are blooming; yes, the birdbath has…
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4.03: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
The Weavers c. 13 I ween myselffrom death. From its fair and fame,From its winking of an eye. Vid eld skal öl drekka. Haply, I am its fooland most faithless friend. Thou ask of runes—but silence is surely better when deadby the fire, we, drinking beer. Vid eld skal öl drekka. This is the continuation…
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From the Oracle in Hindsight
Her Shadow Work Her mother counts pennies,grapes in a bag,pages in a book. More is better—she heard that somewhere. Her father says double yolks are magic, “Eggs are quieter than hens,”and moonlight quiets a dreambecause it sweeps the stars. Words of war wrap the house, a bitter path,the cards are castand signs read. Desk, plough,…
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25.2 dVerse Indigo
Knolling Indigo Indigo blueit fills the twilight scene,Spills inky songs in a secret tongue andWarmsso soft with it tints serene. Indigo blueswept from depths of wonder lies, So truethis blue that colours my dreams Sanctuary lies in your indigo eyes Written for dVerse Poets Quadrille Monday (Quadrille: 44-words sans title, include the prompt word “indigo”). Some artwork is created…
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25.2: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Who is more blest …the living, the lifeless,the crow by the door,the hearth, the fire,or the lame horse. Deyr fé—Deyja fændr.Who will prevail. Who is more blest …the son come too soon,stones below water,a ship at berth,or icy winter’s breath. Deyr fé—Deyja fændr.Who will prevail. Who is more blestthan he of none. This is the…
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23.2 A Cadralor Poem
Wild Poppies … I. In a Danish fieldyou ripple, ridinga breeze. Your seedsfrom dark to bright, blossomsscattered like broken vows. II. Wild peals of feathered voice,the wind that envies yoursilken red. Quick!Root your brethren to a fieldin drifts of delirium. III. You scorn shadows nestingin shafts of wheat, scorn the corn and its rigid rod.…
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