This is a transcription of all the words the Oracle gave me, in the order they appeared. It was odd that they seemed to form so many short phrases. Shame about the sausages; they were plural this time too.
Is like play
Some sing purple
Cool ache
One petal was black
Light if you want
But skin finger
A trudging up apparatus
Diamond I water
Me to
And by my lust
Symphony drive as show
Frantic sausages
Me.
The first ‘poem’ is a found poem. The second is a cadralor.
Hidden meanings 1.
Play
sing purple
ache petal-black.
Light up
diamond water
to show me.
Hidden meanings 2
1.
Awakening is like the play of water,
of birds singing in purple,
the cool ache of half-remembered dreams.
2.
One petal was black, I recall.
Put on the light if you want,
it will still be there, held in my burnt fingers.
3.
He called it a creation machine,
that made diamonds from water droplets.
I asked, could he make a diamond of me too.
4.
It was my fault, treating us like a show,
conducting our symphony with the frantic energy of a hostess,
until the orchestra went home.
5.
We have to probe beneath the skin
for what only casts shadows, peel it away,
release the light, and let it shine.
So well done!
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Thanks Beth xx
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That very last stanza–that’s what we need.
Sausage kept standing out for me too, so I switched to the Love Tiles.
According to an online dream dictionary I just consulted, a sausage is a symbol of vitality and strength, or alternately, gathering and community. Who knew? (K)
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I like it when the Oracle offers a happy suggestion.
Sausage should not be allowed in any poetry word suggestions in my opinion.
I can see the strength and vitality symbol (the shape), and the gathering and community is maybe barbecues.
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Yes I think it had to do with eating. But really, would sausage be anyone’s first choice for a community gathering?
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It wouldn’t be mine, but here sausages, especially merguez, are very popular. In the summer there’s a miasma of merguez hangs over most housing developments.
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You’re poetry is amazing. I love what you did here, Jane. xx
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The Oracle provides the path. We just follow it the way we see it.
Thanks, Colleen xx
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Your poetry always speaks to me. xx
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Thank you for saying so xx
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My favorite lines, “I asked, could he make a diamond of me too.” And the last stanza of the cadralor.
I think, like you and Kerfe, I might have had dreams, but didn’t use it this time–or sausages. I just went for inspiration from the first phrase she gave me.
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Thank you 🙂
I saw that Kerfe got the sausages too. I don’t know if we’re breaking some rule by ignoring them. I hope not.
Your inspiration made a lovely poem.
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You’re welcome.
And thank you!
I’m sure the Oracle understands. 😉
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We’d know about it by now if she was annoyed xx
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Yes, that’s true. 😊
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That cadralor is inspired.
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Thank you! The magnets are good for creating this kind of poem.
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The third one. The third is my favourite. Diamonds!
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It seems as though that stanza worked well. Thank you xx
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