Sunday, December 1, 2013
THANK YOU, Tess...Magpie Tales
Either odd or expected, coming face to face with this week's Magpie photo.
I love ravens. My daughter loves ravens. We dont know why. This week's Magpie pic seems to be of my daughter. The image of her. Cannot be. But that raven wing...she might just say yes to that.
So she loved my poem last week. She always loves my stuff. We do that for each other. And she comments. Thanks, Dori. She writes a blog for Huff Post. Doesn't accept comments. What class!
Last week I ended my Mag #195 with a raven eruption. My daughter reminded me of the raven that flew down our chimney, years ago, at the ski house. Once we were posh.
I do that a lot, get ahead of myself, project, predict. Seems last week's poem, "Privilege", stood at attention, sort of waiting for this weeks picture to arrive. Nice trick, Tess. But I wrote that last week. This is how the poem ended..
" I'm hoping that my wings
will be a Raven's."
I do play a psychic game, coming up with the slightest glimpse of tomorrow. Still, after all these years. It's natural. it just is. I did it for years. For fame and fortune. Shhh. Short on the fortune part. Come to think of it, what fame?
Still like it when odd "coincidences" occur.
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