dark silence broken
vatic voices etched my soul
I felt my demise
The prompt hosted by Lisa “the vatic voice of a poet is one that is infused with spirit that comes from another place. That voice has been regarded by some as a sign of divine transmission and by others as a sign of madness.”
My poem reflects whether by divine transmission or a sign of madness, it pays to listen and perhaps, avoid undesirable consequences.
-Eugenia
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errored post retrieved from archives – originally written for prompts –
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #155 – Horror
My response to dVerse — Poetics — The Vatic Voice.
You’ve captured the feeling so well Eugenia
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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I’ve thought about this so often – if I will feel my demise. Thanks for the contribution!
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I try not to think about it! And, you’re welcome!
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Last Night ….. by Eugenia
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Thank you for sharing, Reena!
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Woah that’s an incredible haiku, and your explanation is so mysterious and intriguing too.🤩
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Thank you so much, Jude! ❣️
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‘ I felt my demise.’ unique take.
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Thank you, Indira!
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My pleasure, dear.
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