I pull a card...if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it was meant for you?
How to Read the Tarot
Begin by brewing a cup of tea,
a nervine, lemon balm or chamomile,
this is after all, your future.
A reading at the dark of the moon is best,
before the night creatures crawl
and bad humours fill the air.
Pick a circular deck, with a fairy-tale motif,
and no reversals.
Hold a question in your heart,
shuffle the cards and place them on the table.
Choose only two.
Like the ancient Israelites,
these are your seer stones, Urim and Thumimm,
black and white, yes or no.
Isn't that all you were asking?
This is an absolutely beautiful poem And I absolutely love getting a glimpse into how people's minds & inspiration work - who'd've thought you'd end up with a lovely piece about a bird from a picture of a restaurant
I love the title and every word of the poem. You paint a picture that is universal for those of us who have reached an age where we are comfortable in our skin.
I refuse to say
amerikka is beautiful, or magical.
The plains and purple mountains weep.
The cradle of democracy
rocks no more
splintered by amoral judges
and felonious politicians.
This once glorious and holy land
besmirched by greed.
Happy 4th of July
burns to ash
on my tongue.
there is no magic
to be found here.
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Prompt: magical
Sabian OrACLE--10 OF pISCES--GET your head out of the clouds
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