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  • tossing a rune — 02sep25

    02Sep25 | 09.11 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250902.0911
    isaz
    she walks in beauty
    casting autumn in rime
    with every step and pale

    i have watched her
    coming over hill and vale
    learning to give to stone

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is isaz, which has a core meaning of “ice”. Ice is associated with beauty, stillness, stasis/preservation, the present moment and cold.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

    tagged:

    isaz, poetry, rewilding, rune

    filed under:

    poetry, writing

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  • stolen knot wings broken

    02Sep25 | 07.17 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250902.0717
    black bird perching on concrete wall with ocean overview
    Photo by Tim Mossholder on Pexels.com
    she returned
    my stolen knot wings broken
    and gave me whale
    mixed with trinkets and scorn
    to prove that she was well

    she is not well

    i slipped my wings
    gently back on
    gave the whale
    to my pocket
    to contemplate
    later on

    slipping through door
    in the wee soul hours
    shuttered and locked behind
    wayfaring the north road home

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry, rewilding, the dreaming

    filed under:

    poetry, writing

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    stolen knot wings broken

  • nightroam

    01Sep25 | 21.11 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250901.2111
    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    i star wanderdust
    that medicine trail
    waiting on wraiths
    to wayfind me long

    all pretty the horses
    before their storm while
    my striding of that
    nightroam north

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry

    filed under:

    poetry, writing

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    nightroam

  • nameless hours

    31Aug25 | 23.35 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250831.2335
    Photo by Igor Omilaev on Unsplash
    yesterdays and used to bes
    have drifted back to dream
    and even the old songs seem
    out of tune to me...

    nameless hours spent drifting
    between queen and crow
    or crow and queen but
    it is really all the same to me

    drumbeat your pale hands,
    my chest
    for that is all i want or need
    at the drawing of dream

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry

    filed under:

    poetry, writing

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    nameless hours

  • wings in bloom

    30Aug25 | 22.09 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250830.2209
    Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash
    memory ghosts, my bride
    at sentinel bone pale cliffs
    standing over seasides

    a knot twin tangled
    to night crossed of moon
    and apples adrift of air

    long gone yet linger
    perfumed raven of hair
    shipping to shadow of morn

    catching a song of you
    cresting over wings in bloom...

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry, the dreaming

    filed under:

    poetry, writing

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    wings in bloom

  • jopy

    30Aug25 | 13.55 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250830.1355
    a tunnel with walls covered in graffiti
    Photo by Paul Bill on Pexels.com
    i'm not sure if
    we managed to kiss
    everywhere jopy tagged
    his byline downtown but
    we sure as hell tried

    even there in the unsubway
    with northern lights burning
    out our heads with
    drunken hands just trying
    to hold on to the night

    tagged:

    poetry, the dreaming

    filed under:

    poetry, writing

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    jopy

  • cleanup

    30Aug25 | 07.39 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250830.0739
    ...pain washes
    pain washes
    pain washes
    pain washes
    pain washes
    pain washes...

    tagged:


    filed under:

    poetry

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    cleanup

  • feast

    29Aug25 | 21.58 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250829.2158
    paper tiger encouragements
    feast on the ghosts of we
    entangled in our entitlements
    tethered by our broken dreams

    tagged:

    micropoetry

    filed under:

    poetry

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    feast

  • down that back hall

    29Aug25 | 21.32 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250829.2132
    woman posing with music keyboard
    Photo by Vladislav Nahorny on Pexels.com
    we are all piano fingers
    now, tickling ivory hours
    slipping to oblivion
    down that back hall

    dust mote whispers ears
    in the golden autumn sun
    twining fingers under shadow
    down that back hall

    the notes faded ivory
    lace dusted yellowed
    photo moments slip away
    down that back hall

    tagged:

    nostalgia, poetry, the dreaming

    filed under:

    poetry, writing

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    down that back hall

  • Half-penny thoughts | 29aug25

    29Aug25 | 09.14 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250829.0914

    Takes one to know one, absolutely… But I’ve grown weary of the cynic.

    It’s easy to be a cynic. It takes almost no effort at all to be one. Decide that the world is shit and there’s simply nothing that can be done about the matter. People who have a more positive spin on things are Dreamers and Sheeple. Those “in on the secret” walk into an echo chamber of like-minded cynics and we see a devil hiding under every bed. And, in that echo chamber, we tell each other that the devils are in cahoots and they are out to get us. To make matters worse, those devils are also between the sheets and every bed has multiple sheets and, just because those sheeple can’t see them doesn’t mean the devils aren’t at work making the world even more shit than it was to begin with. In secret. Then we remind each other: if you are not with us, you must be against us and you have therefore self-identified as The Enemy.

    What claptrap.

    (more…)

    tagged:

    half-penny thoughts

    filed under:

    thinking

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    Half-penny thoughts | 29aug25

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