Diana Thoresen Poems

'...in spring, the most delicate feathery yellow of plumes and plumes and plumes and trees and bushes of wattle, as if angels had flown right down out of the softest gold regions of heaven to settle here, in the Australian bush.'
— D. H. Lawrence, Kangaroo

Paraboloid totems of evergreen hope, upside down
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Love me, love me, I am scared

Turn all warm birds black
And paint all pearly moons red
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A periwinkle love root talisman is bristling with
Red pepper battle orisons, black pepper war songs
Asherah's wormwood words and valerian sorceries
Rise with Sirius and its blinding vervain rays
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Flowers are sun yogis with their petals pulsing, glowing, inspiring

Gravitational heartstreams of violet joy light up a mango tree
Against the bluish milky adularescence of frothy clouds
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Our rose line roots
Reach down into the stars

A nursery of azure seas spilling
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Unceremonious screeching of black cockatoos
Salutes the honeybee

That feeds the flowers
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Sri Mahalakshmi herself
Couldn't have granted me
A sweeter boon than a smorgasbord
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(For Carmel Glenane of Atlantis Rising Mystery School, my Reiki teacher and spiritual mother)

Star of the Sea, dolorous and Byzantine
throw your royal blue cloak over me
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A radial photon machine

Exploding with the light of a thousand suns
Beyond our sun, a solitary star
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The palms suppliced
In sunny radiance
Must mock
My cryptocrystalline cloister
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