Thursday, March 19, 2015
Monday, March 16, 2015
I have written about the Uranus-Pluto square so often for the past three years that I do not know if I have anything much to add for square number seven of seven, exact at 9:50 p.m. EDT. That it occurs during the dark of the moon heightens the feeling that a cycle, indeed an entire era, is drawing to a close. For those of you who have only recently begun reading my site, and for those of you who have been reading my astrobabble for much longer, here is a (hopefully poetic) recap: ODE TO THE URANUS-PLUTO SQUARE The same old song's been on since June 2012 It's as sharp as a nail piercing the sole of a shoe With a soft foot inside That has no place to hide Unless you're too big to fail, you do And Uranus and Pluto keep turning the screw Brutalities widespread those with hearts can't abide Corporations are people not on humanity's side Most of the money's been flowing upstream A nightmare has curdled the American Dream The name Isis used to mean an Egyptian goddess Now it brings to mind an unholy mess This square has been a prolonged scream In which many things are as bad as they seem Yet attempt to recognize what you can bless That can't be taken away by the IRS When the dust settles and the smoke clears We might see better than we have in years Yet the square's reverb shall linger in our ears And if we can grieve, there will be tears Some did not survive the square Some got through but lost their hair Some said, "Do I look like I care?" Some reclaimed their power, others did not dare.
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Pisces Post-Full Moon Haikus Snow globe still shaking With two weeks left of winter-- I'm cold and tired. I try to recall Pleasurable sensations Like my cat's sleek coat-- Like my sweetie's lips And the warmth of his fingers And his soft fine hair. I try to recall Going out sans bundling; Hair not shaped by hat. I try to recall A week without feeling sick, Sneezing and coughing. Spring is almost here Though it seems nowhere nearby Buried in the snow.