Auguries and Wishes

Auguries and Wishes

A Poem by Maglia Weaver Twill
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failed sestina attempt, the only semblance to the form are the number of lines and stanza breaks...but the meaning is random...

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Inconvenience must be a matter of black and white.  To travel
Nowhere versus to the same four points, back and forth, back and forth.
Teleportation becomes a way of clairvoyance related to the expectant
Augur.  The idea become immense and impossible, the weight of worlds.
Grog becomes a comfort for eavesdroppers, a little stubble on the chin.
Love yourself, they cry! As if that could change the world better.

Inclusive slips of clattery chatter, amenable greeting.  They drew a monster
Of the sea together, for the sake of understanding the world together.
It is sad and not sad.  Two children on the playground pretending the nice
Ninjas simply to protect.  The man does not love his wife and does not
Take her to bed.  The aspiring augur wishes for good and not dread.
A little vision makes the blood sad for what they know is coming.

Green fields of wheat may be harvested tomorrow, but the Almanac
Lies a little in order to try to bring the crops in soon.  We don’t need
Incoherent croons.  He wants to say he wants it better but really
All she wants to be true is the truth, casts no aspersions on thoughts
Relevant to whatever is happening now.  The versifiers are playing
Eagle, eavesdropping on weary stragglers, dragging their slipper feet.

Inconceivable tables.  You should not hide your weaponry from governors.
Nobody cares about your gun, you better run, run, run.  The danger is
Telekinesis.  The woman I admire has three children and is surrounded by
An Adonis.  At the end of the day she is not always tired but usually.
No one sees the strain on her face except for the seven men in her office.
The men find her interesting but she sets hard limits.  She is pretty and thin.

Outlandish is not a word in the child’s vocabulary.  The familiar is still new.
Inconsolable me.  I tried to do it too fast.  Two-fisted. 
Nothing will console me now, if I want to lay all the cards on the table.
The ‘teagle’ is something usual, just the usual thing.  Its inventor can’t give an example.
Apples eat bees he claims, a difficult thing to prove scientifically. 
Risking it all for a dare, I imagine one woman who has always been quite daring. 

So let me try to say the opposite of how I could guess at.  Peskering
Incessantly, because of some concentration and fear.  The flock gets angry
On my honor, I will try to jam like that.  Go back to the previous agreement.
Incentives are always there, but we are most hopeless when, like
Neonates, we do not realize they are there.  Cut out the verb, tubby.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, his language trumps your own.  Don’t

Attempt to stop the hare.  He has his way of doing things.  It’s weird.
Somebody I didn’t know kept me from myself, afraid of running out of time.
A couple of minutes was all we had, but the magic was quickly taken away from us,
Rescinding our course of action, or our proposed course of action.  The quiet
Evening returns again like a symbol, Laura is a w***e and a reprobate.  She lights
Incense for the sorry trade of patchouli and hemp.  She, as a kid, liked gimp.

Earnestly they write and race toward the ocean, following the red bull, then
Ravens descend upon the forest, though usually they are seen in twos or threes.
I, for one, will not call to them, but look for inlay, it’s dropped.  I bought her a chess set. 

*Carving, to carve, meanwhile, inlay, block, ieri-yesterday

© 2014 Maglia Weaver Twill


Author's Note

Maglia Weaver Twill
Do you like any of these lines for anything? Are you okay with borrowing any of these ideas? Are any of these lines keepers?

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Added on November 14, 2014
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