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My blog--I pull a card--if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it is for you?

I pull a card...if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it was meant for you? *Heart*


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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?

the golden mean

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October 22, 2025 at 12:58pm
October 22, 2025 at 12:58pm
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Time

A bounty of time
allows the mind to wander,
to enter stories
beyond control of the algorithm.

A plenitude of time exists
to serve us
apart from the state of nations,
away from carrying the world
on our shoulders.

An abundance of time
is medicinal.
Time to step away
from the screen.

13 lines
prompt: time

Haindl Tarot--VII--The Chariot--steer your own course
October 14, 2025 at 3:35pm
October 14, 2025 at 3:35pm
#1099297


Into the Woods

I went deep into the woods today,
further than I have ever been.
I flung away the ridiculously heavy,
sweaty red velvet hooded cloak.
I stood naked as Eve
before Jehovah told her it was shameful.
I had forgotten the bliss
of my own skin.
I began to roar,
nay HOWL.
I felt prickles on my scalp.
The mother wolves
joined my chorus.
I will never believe
that old, damn fairytale again.

15 lines
prompt: an image of ridinghood and the wolf

Animal Speak--Wolf--Trust your own instincts.
October 8, 2025 at 4:26pm
October 8, 2025 at 4:26pm
#1098930
Harvest Moon 2025

My rag top is down this night
open to moon and sky
and the stars, singing and bright.
It is my makeshift sukkah
a celebration of delight.
My fidgeting and fluttering memories
are slinking and stretching to make right
my ancestral, feral cry:
"Make me good soil tonight!".

9 lines
Form: Magic 9

Dark Goddess Tarot--XVII--Stars--Spider Woman--Small things hold the Earth to Heaven.
October 1, 2025 at 9:34am
October 1, 2025 at 9:34am
#1098389


Yom Kippur 2025

With luck
I will return
to the place
of my last dream
and will find
it is the place
of my first dream.
With luck
I will wake
raw and unadorned,
atoned, shriven
born into a blameless world.
This is no catastrophe.
It is beginner's luck.


14 lines
prompt: write a poem about luck
Dark Goddess Tarot--0--Fool--Sheila Na Gig--Dare to come back to where you began.
September 23, 2025 at 1:04pm
September 23, 2025 at 1:04pm
#1097932



Rosh Hashana 2025

I am strung
between
isolation and kinesis.
So much
I do not care about:
celebrity, ambition, rap.
I want my hands
to scrape tree bark
to brush sparrow wings,
my speech,
to sound of b-a-bb-l-ing waters.
It is Rosh Hashana, a New Year,
fecund with possibility.
I will not be exiled.

14 lines

Prompt: write a poem about possibilities Author's Note: this is a tungsten poem, created by me. 74 syllables, Tungsten is the 74th element of the periodic table I will be 74 on Halloween.

Pholatchos Tarot--Dreamer of Wings--celebrate your birthday at the opposite end of the year



September 15, 2025 at 12:11pm
September 15, 2025 at 12:11pm
#1097419


September 15, 2025

It's International Democracy Day
as ours slides away.
I am not on the fence
about Charlie Kirk,
a man I didn't know
and now recoil at half-mast flags
flying for him.
I finally grasp
that Freedom's tower has fallen.
Liberty slips,
my heart shatters inside my bone cave.
There will never be
a New Eden.

13 lines--13 stars

prompt: something that will always be out of reach

Dark Goddess Tarot--XVI--Destruction--Kali--Illusions, whether cherished or not, shatter.
September 9, 2025 at 6:32pm
September 9, 2025 at 6:32pm
#1097025
STENCH


There is but one thing of real value--to cultivate truth and justice, and to live without anger in the midst of lying
and unjust men. Marcus Aurelius


Democracy turns to fascism
step by secret step.
Eat the rich people shout
but that won't stop
our demolished freedoms crumbling.
What legacies are we leaving?

Can you smell the stench of the lies?


In the morning I rise shaking.
Existential dread floods my chest.
I am not an immigrant.
I am married, and straight.
I am past child bearing age.
But I am afraid
and tremble for all.
What scam justice is this?


Do you smell the stench of his lies?


So I go to the rivers
and I go the trees.
I pray to the stars
and search for good omens.
I rise to protest
and sleep if I can.


I can smell the stench of their lies.

23 lines
prompt: Write a poem in the BOP form.


Gaian Tarot--15--Devil--Bindweed--Someone is playing power games,resulting in domination and control.


September 2, 2025 at 9:12am
September 2, 2025 at 9:12am
#1096381


Ragnorak

Every day now is the birthday
of the end times.
This great green orb
we live on
is roasting.
Our faith in humanity wanes
as a burnt out stub
of democracy remains.
But our Mother's ruby heart still beats
as we inch to annihilation.
GAIA roars and calls
giants and chthonic monsters.
Don't worry, it's all a cycle.
At the end of destruction
the world is saved, renewed
by scraps of softness.
That's Her birthday present.

17 lines

prompt: write about a birthday or anniversary celebration

The Dark Goddess Tarot--Ace of Earth--Gaia--The Earth gives birth to giants.
August 27, 2025 at 5:13pm
August 27, 2025 at 5:13pm
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Morning

I go outside at daybreak
to kiss the ground
with my feet,
to let the photons of the sun
scrub my rods and cones.
In my tiny garden
I create a runway
for birds, butterflies,
a 101 crawling beings.
I push my fingers
into the dirt.
I hunt for moss.
Already, the daytime veil is lifting.
I know not
what tears may come today.
I will not quaver.
I will dance.

17 lines

prompt: use the words kiss, daybreak and tear in a poem


The HerbCrafter's Tarot--13--Death--Marigold--Delight in your beautiful moments.

August 24, 2025 at 4:24pm
August 24, 2025 at 4:24pm
#1095870


I Remember

I remember love
though the cards dealt early
were tough,
I was dense with love.
I remember love
and send it now like a signal
spiraling
to family and friends
a shallow enemy or two.
Love was all there was
when the creation's shell
cracked open.
At the end
the only rule
is that there still is love.
And I will remember.

16 lines
prompt: title I Remember

Pholarchos Tarot--Queen of Spirals--Protect what you hold dear.

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