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Wheel of Fortune

by ridinghhood-p.boutilier

Rated: 18+ · Book · Experience · #1211684

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?

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?

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10 Most Recent Blog Comments:

Kåre เลียม Enga

Oct 16, 2024 at 8:35pm
In response to "October 16, 2024"

I don't take walks. I should. They help.

Kåre เลียม Enga

Oct 7, 2024 at 11:55pm
In response to "September 30, 2024"

And now Uncle Milty... the Big Blowhard.

Be safe.

he wraps himself with stiff winds and lightning
his flightpath wobbly weedy
his eye small and beady

1 Like

tracker

Sep 22, 2024 at 12:50am
In response to "September 1, 2024"

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.

tracker

Sep 22, 2024 at 12:46am
In response to "July 23, 2024"

I was going to mirror what Kare wrote. It makes a great shape by just centering the poem.

at the start, and

at the end and voila! I am enjoying your poetry this evening. ~tracker

Elycia Lee ☮

Sep 17, 2024 at 11:39am
In response to "September 1, 2024"

Hey, Kåre เลียม Enga

. This was written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)"

. This challenge runs for a whole year. Registration is already closed though.

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Sep 1, 2024 at 2:33pm
In response to "September 1, 2024"

I absolutely love this! The theme and wonderful attitude are great. It's worthy of it's own item and would be a great entry for a contest. It has too much rhyme for Shadows&Light. Perhaps Poetic Traditions as I see you've mentioned the wrapped refrain form. Where did I see that mentioned? Was it a contest? I've been overwhelmed with contests.

3 Like

Kåre เลียม Enga

Jul 23, 2024 at 1:12pm
In response to "July 23, 2024"

Center and then work on line length until a shape appears. I'm not happy with the results. Mixing up fonts and size may help. But making it resemble a Ukrainian Easter egg would be lots of work.

Womyn

We
began as an egg
carried in a dark warm
womb all our grandmothers
singing stories to all the eggs
we carry within from birth trembling
prophets, whispered prayers along
life's zigzag road moon mind
dreams all connected by
ancient threads

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Jul 9, 2024 at 12:25am
In response to "July 4, 2024"

Sad... isn't it.

Kåre เลียม Enga

Jun 19, 2024 at 12:45pm
In response to "June 19, 2024"

Ah... childhood. A long long time ago. But I still stop to smell the peonies. The mock orange is in full bloom and today the skies are friendly.

I forget if I don't take the time.

Cappucine

Jun 12, 2024 at 6:03pm
In response to "June 12, 2024"

Remember the American Olympic swimmer Misty Hyman? 😊
I love your poems 😊

September 1, 2024 at 11:26am

#1076013

September 1, 2024

taking up space on the mothership

I love my face in the morning
no teeth, bed head, the day dawning.
Just a baby-faced naked clown,
I refuse to put myself down.
Crow's feet, double chin, smile and frown lines I embrace.
You just see an old, old woman, I love my face.

I love my body at nighttime,
uncoiled tension, full recline.
What dreams may come I do not know.
Ghosts, phantasms, nightmares come , go..
I am an ecotone, a swamp witch, swamp molly.
Flaccid arms, flabby belly, I love my body.

12 lines
Form and prompt: wrapped refrain

Pholarchos Tarot--6 of Spirals--there is space in the heart to hold all things

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