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- Wricker Dreadtemper
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Aquila
Aquila
In lucid dreams of massive wings,
serrated beak in dripping prey,
who screams these strange and awful things
before its life force bleeds away,
"Devour my flesh to your disgrace,
but grant my dying wish at least,
and save for last my eyes and face,
that I may watch you as you feast
in ignorance that what you eat
is not my body but your own.
So savor that delicious meat
and pick clean each and every bone.
This final thought is my bequest:
fly safely home when you are done,
and from the comfort of your nest,
digest the fact that we are One."
-Wricker (9/12/16)
In lucid dreams of massive wings,
serrated beak in dripping prey,
who screams these strange and awful things
before its life force bleeds away,
"Devour my flesh to your disgrace,
but grant my dying wish at least,
and save for last my eyes and face,
that I may watch you as you feast
in ignorance that what you eat
is not my body but your own.
So savor that delicious meat
and pick clean each and every bone.
This final thought is my bequest:
fly safely home when you are done,
and from the comfort of your nest,
digest the fact that we are One."
-Wricker (9/12/16)
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Re: Aquila
Super dark and wyrd... I like it!
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The Fool and the Ace of Pentacles (Tarot Sonnet #1)
The Fool and the Ace of Pentacles
Eyes to the sky, with caution to the wind,
the Fool steps out with no regard for cliffs,
as if to kick some "buts" despite the "ifs",
and whistles with no time to feel chagrined
'bout little things like 50-meter drops.
His feathered plume extends into the sky;
he dreams but doesn't know the reason why
the road ahead is where the dreaming stops
among the jagged rocks on which he'd fall—
one step too many taken near the edge;
one flight too many o'r the rocky ledge—
IF he's too late to heed the wake up call.
The Ace of Pentacles calls for the shift;
he'd be a fool to snub the Tarot's gift!
—Wricker (9/13/16)
Eyes to the sky, with caution to the wind,
the Fool steps out with no regard for cliffs,
as if to kick some "buts" despite the "ifs",
and whistles with no time to feel chagrined
'bout little things like 50-meter drops.
His feathered plume extends into the sky;
he dreams but doesn't know the reason why
the road ahead is where the dreaming stops
among the jagged rocks on which he'd fall—
one step too many taken near the edge;
one flight too many o'r the rocky ledge—
IF he's too late to heed the wake up call.
The Ace of Pentacles calls for the shift;
he'd be a fool to snub the Tarot's gift!
—Wricker (9/13/16)
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Re: The Fool and the Ace of Pentacles (Tarot Sonnet #1)
Interesting perspective on those two cards.
Snow
Snow
Daughter of Sekhmet
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Re: The Fool and the Ace of Pentacles (Tarot Sonnet #1)
My, what a wonderful...compliment.SnowCat wrote:Interesting perspective on those two cards.
Yes, as it is with most of the esoteric sciences, my knowledge of the Tarot is the stuff of legends.
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Re: The Fool and the Ace of Pentacles (Tarot Sonnet #1)
It's an observation, but you may certainly take it as a compliment if you so choose.
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Prophets of the Fall
Prophets of the Fall
Shades of sadness and anticipation in our children's eyes
prophesy to us of the impending Fall;
greying clouds upon the canvases of ever darker skies;
howling winds that coldly mimic mournful cries...
both transcendent and descended from the polar region's heights,
where the Borealis starts its eerie crawl;
dancing naked in the swirling of those famous Northern Lights
during ever shorter days and longer nights;
stolen hours fenced at sundown in the alleys of the dark -
daylight auctioned at the equinox's call;
faded leaves prepared to leave behind their limbs in barren bark:
not all humanlike but prophets, one and all.
-Wricker
Shades of sadness and anticipation in our children's eyes
prophesy to us of the impending Fall;
greying clouds upon the canvases of ever darker skies;
howling winds that coldly mimic mournful cries...
both transcendent and descended from the polar region's heights,
where the Borealis starts its eerie crawl;
dancing naked in the swirling of those famous Northern Lights
during ever shorter days and longer nights;
stolen hours fenced at sundown in the alleys of the dark -
daylight auctioned at the equinox's call;
faded leaves prepared to leave behind their limbs in barren bark:
not all humanlike but prophets, one and all.
-Wricker
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Re: Prophets of the Fall
I like it
I live in the North, and the turn of season always has it's foretelling. Great!
I live in the North, and the turn of season always has it's foretelling. Great!
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Opposing Forces?
Two hands, one left the other right,
oppose but for the common goal
to bring together dark and light
components in the mixing bowl—
a sight one stirs above the dried
and moisten'd hidden down below;
a scent one wishes to abide
and therefore seasons to bestow...
a taste of what could only be
a combination to fulfill
the dictates of that Recipe
we read as our Creator's Will:
opposing forces that create
to break the silence (each its own),
those Two persist to satiate
the hunger One feels all alone.
-Wricker (11-27-'16)
oppose but for the common goal
to bring together dark and light
components in the mixing bowl—
a sight one stirs above the dried
and moisten'd hidden down below;
a scent one wishes to abide
and therefore seasons to bestow...
a taste of what could only be
a combination to fulfill
the dictates of that Recipe
we read as our Creator's Will:
opposing forces that create
to break the silence (each its own),
those Two persist to satiate
the hunger One feels all alone.
-Wricker (11-27-'16)
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Re: Opposing Forces?
Great poem!
"The strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack" - Rudyard Kippling ⛤
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Beneath the Ornaments
Since nothing should be left to be
as Nature had it grow,
I decorate my Christmas tree
with things that blink and glow,
repressing long-held feelings of
inadequacy while
I string the tinsel from above
to drape its limbs with style;
and like the gold and silver used
to ornament myself,
I hang some baubles, over-boozed
like Santa's drunken elf,
then reach to place the crowning touch,
although it seems bizarre
to see that beer can shining much
more like a crumpled star;
then finally I scan the scene
and gauge the festive view,
to find my made-up evergreen
looks strangely like I do.
-Wricker (from 2015)
Happy Holidays, All!
as Nature had it grow,
I decorate my Christmas tree
with things that blink and glow,
repressing long-held feelings of
inadequacy while
I string the tinsel from above
to drape its limbs with style;
and like the gold and silver used
to ornament myself,
I hang some baubles, over-boozed
like Santa's drunken elf,
then reach to place the crowning touch,
although it seems bizarre
to see that beer can shining much
more like a crumpled star;
then finally I scan the scene
and gauge the festive view,
to find my made-up evergreen
looks strangely like I do.
-Wricker (from 2015)
Happy Holidays, All!
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Re: Beneath the Ornaments
You have a way with words it's true.
“There are things known and things unknown and in between are the Doors.”
― Jim Morrison
“All I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen.”
― RWEmerson
― Jim Morrison
“All I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen.”
― RWEmerson