Member Poem

A moral exhortation deep,
based on inner prompt,
I craft as tutor say,
please read body signs,
ignore them at your peril,
I beseech and beg,
that shrewd vision,
inkling on tap,
I speak of intuition,
sudden surreal flash,
a stern warning,
to watch one’s move,
in case of fraud,
deception or hoax,
yet I’m duty bound,
to stress the opposite,
be alert to magic,
a worldly magic,
that’s otherworldly,
of rich enchantment,
bijou spun hunches,
golden shower coin,
in a glint and twinkle,
random rain reverie,
I counsel red flags,
but also sheer glee,
at life’s lucky strokes