Thaumaturgy Poems - Poems about Thaumaturgy

... Frice the week along with night had fallen to sleepless slumber, Trapped again 'tween times when thirds are three in number. I sense a grimace gurgle in these halls of boned wall, The aching w......

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...Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber, But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. I sense a wince remind itself, Of what it means to be, Instead to ......

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...Through crisscrossed muntin, patterns, and panes of clear glass, the world outside is painting itself gray, a wet mess of monochrome. Muted cars speed by, reflecting a leaden sky. Their moan......

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...One in many tens, She reaches the Moon, The Moon is conspicuous, It palpates the Sun. An unwritten thaumaturgy, You wonder her crime She quivers in melancholy, Crimson puddle of dreams & rea......

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...Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber, Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number. I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood, Conniving w......

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...A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze, Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes. Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frot......

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...Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber, Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number. I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze, Of conniving shadows ......

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...All things that glow and move, all things that change and pass, I gather their delight as in a burning-glass; Judith Wright The Queen's Conjurer 1. 'Given to magic and uncann......

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