I’ve been monumentally busy, but the Oracle is always ready to listen when we ask. This poem uses almost all the words she gave me. Not sure what the message is, but I’m listening.
Dusk, before winter
The ache you left, how deep does it go,
deep as death?
And the chanting beneath the night clouds
is it for me?
My feet drag as I walk to the lake,
unwilling to take the fatal step
into the dark water, beyond the light.
I listen for music,
not the cry of the owl,
the voice of a lover perhaps,
but the sky,
shot with the last gold
of the sun that has set,
is mute.
I wade deeper.
My ship has sailed.
The Four Swans 
Where do you get your ideas? The Oracle?
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The Oracle speaks through the fridge magnets. You can consult for free here:
https://play.magneticpoetry.com/poem/Original/kit/
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Thanks for sharing! That looks like fun! Sometimes its just a word you need to spark the imagination!
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Or words grouped in a small cluster that you’d never thought of using together. I hope you give it a go!
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Oh, I will for sure!
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That ache goes very deep indeed. And the yearning that accompanies it.
There are a lot of parallels to mine. (K)
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There are a lot of parallels between your world and mine, and the way we look at them.
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This is a very haunting poem Jane and it strikes at the core of my heart 💜
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Thank you, Willow xx
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A pleasure Jane 💜
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So mournful! Beautifully written, Jane.
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Thank you, Punam xx
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My pleasure, Jane.
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