I felt the need to consult The Oracle today.
From an enormous fiddle
a delirious cry,
stormy music.
We live in a black mist,
stop.
But then she gave me something a bit more hopeful.
drunk,
frantic,
but sleep,
ask of beauty–
sky sings and sun red on rocks,
there we soar,
you
I,
us
By Kenner, George, Storm and Rainbow, Symbol for Near the End of WWI, [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
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I think that ‘delirious cry’ was a trump. Trump and trumpery come from the French, tromper to mislead and to deceive, which I suppose leads us back to the ‘fiddle’.
Ahhh–thanks for that, Jane. 🙂 I kind of thought of the legend of Nero fiddling while Rome burned.
Well, it could be a case of history repeating itself, though I do hope it isn’t!
I hope it isn’t!!
I agree, the Oracle sent you one that was almost “too real” the first time! The second one could be a party celebrating the American spirit and our ability to overcome. We will overcome!
Thanks so much, Robin. I hope so. We’re in the majority. That should count. (I hope.)
Hope and actions will conquer this abomination. I have found some emails of our local elective officers!
You’ve found some emails?
Intense! Ominous and then a lifting of the spirits. Onward! We will persevere. (K)
Thank you, Kerfe. Your comment made me feel hopeful. Onward, indeed!
Both poems have hidden meanings. I’m sure different for us all — the oracle is wise that way 😀
Yes, we shall soar as long as hate doesn’t weigh heavily in our hearts.
Thanks, Rose. I agree with both your statements. 🙂