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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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Kåre Enga in Montana

May 22, 2024 at 3:40pm
In response to "May 23, 2024"

I really like this. Strong images, especially:

vestments = seaweed
liturgy = whale song
commandments = guided drift (although I read it as 'gilded')

Unsolicited advice: cut the use of 'the' and 'are' and 'will'.

At the end I'd read it as "water's life. / water. is. life."

Kåre Enga in Montana

May 13, 2024 at 4:15pm
In response to "May 13, 2024"

The other night, dear
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you
In my arms
When I awoke, dear
I was mistaken
So I hung my head and cried

I grew up with the song but didn't remember the second verse.

These days I understand it too well.

Kåre Enga in Montana

Feb 5, 2024 at 6:14pm
In response to "February 5, 2024"

Peace and love to you.

Kåre Enga in Montana

Feb 5, 2024 at 6:13pm
In response to "January 27, 2024"

I arrive in Taipei on the 14th. V-day did not go well last year. I have much to learn.

This is a wonderful love poem.

Cappucine

Jan 27, 2024 at 6:25pm
In response to "Jill"

Gorgeous poem.
I am sorry about your friend. xx

Kåre Enga in Montana

Dec 27, 2023 at 11:21am
In response to "December 27, 2023"

Milkyway ... that river in the sky.

Simply Me

Nov 15, 2023 at 11:32am
In response to "November 8, 2023"

we are kindred spirits

Simply Me

Nov 15, 2023 at 11:31am
In response to "November 15, 2023"

Me at 72 10/19/1951
I have only Just begun
Your words bleed to me
in ways I understand
corals grow so slowly
like brotherhood of man
I a three-time empty nester
Now.. I am free to play
and those visions of
tomorrows, are
no longer in my way.

ridinghhood-p.boutilier

Nov 11, 2023 at 10:26am
In response to "November 9, 2023"

Thank you. The ghost orchid is a tiny, rare orchid that I believe only grows in Florida in the Fakahatchee Swamp. Poachers try to steal it as it was once believed that consuming it caused euphoria. It likely grows in other swampy areas. There was a book and a movie called Adaptation, I believe, about it. It seemed fitting for this poem.

Kåre Enga in Montana

Nov 11, 2023 at 1:08am
In response to "November 9, 2023"

I like this better than some other efforts I've seen. The line breaks seem natural. Great use of imagery.

As for the moon... thin sliver of a waning crescent today, the 11th. New moon tomorrow. I've seen the moon during the day this past month. I don't remember seeing it as such when I was growing up. But then... I wonder whether the soot from the steel factories would have been an issue.

I like your choice of words, especially 'inky' and 'swamp' (a place). 'Ghost orchid' is a great image that reminds me of the white orchid (phalaenopsis?) blooming in our courtyard. I've posted pictures on bookface.

April 13, 2020 at 11:32am

#980967

April 13, 2020

Easter 2020

Easter is cancelled

The wheel-of-the year continues to turn.

I watch the sun rise, leave treats of seed for the rabbits and ducks.

A retired minister walks our community blessing bread and wine left on our driveways.

The roots of plants dig deeper seeking water that is harder to find.

The Earth's ley lines bleed, tectonic seams shift.

We ask: What's next?

The sun shines.

Pholarchos Tarot--19--Sun--Whatever you do in life, find your essence and be true to it.

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