Beat Blackness Away



Beat blackness away,

and dream

of cool lakes and gardens—

the scent of peaches

lives here

where sun honeys skin and rocks.

What if the storm still screams?

The sea sprays blue whispers,

and the moon sings through shadows

with silvered light-music

recalling all the whys of love.


From my Saturday visit with the magnetic Poetry Oracle. I forgot to take a screen shot of the tiles. It’s been one of those days already, and it’s not even noon.

40 thoughts on “Beat Blackness Away

  1. This is fantabulous, Merril.
    And I’ve tried my hand at the magnetic poetry and so far, have not managed to come up with anything remotely worth sharing. But I go visit once and again. Maybe one day I will be able to.

      • I’m just disappointed because I’m never going to be a best selling author. It’s a stupid thing to be upset about given the state of the world, but human beings are stupid and I’m no exception 🙂

      • Well, you’re certainly not stupid! But I think it’s something most of us want. I’m so upset every time I get a rejection–and I was really depressed when my chapbook wasn’t accepted. I’m never going to be a best-selling author or famous poet either. 🙂

      • If we didn’t have some pride in what we do, it wouldn’t matter. But that’s like saying ignorance is bliss. We both know what we’re worth and we both know that worth and success aren’t necessarily the same things. I’d like to have a bit of money though. It’s blowing a gale here and I’ve just been up in the attic trying to fix back a temporary window frame that’s blown in. Real windows with shutters would be nice…

      • It’s so weird that the wind seems be blowing like crazy everywhere. We had it a couple days ago, and just read another friend’s post in England. Yes, the money would be nice. We’re spending a fortune on my mom’s care. . . .It’s always something, isn’t it. Stay safe. Hope the wind calms and you feel better.

      • I bet your mother’s care costs are pumping you dry. It’s the same everywhere. The cost of keeping someone in a residential home here is about four times the average wage. And it doesn’t even guarantee that they will get the care they need. Some are making a fortune out of the distress of others.
        They had the gale worse on the coast but husband wasn’t here this morning and this house is so rickety it’s like being on a wooden ship in a storm. Everything creaks and howls and you can hear bits dropping off everywhere. It’s calmed down now, husband’s back and we’re going to have a walk around and see what’s come down apart from all the climbing plants around the house.

      • Right now we’re paying for her aides, but trying to save some money by going taking turns going there every afternoon–so we’re all stressed and broke. She’s in her own apartment right now, but in a place that gives her dinner and activities. So we’re also helping to pay her rent. . .
        The creaking wooden ship sounds like it could be a bit cozy sounding if it wasn’t too bad. I’m glad your husband is back home, and I hope you have a good walk!

      • Thank you! The wind feels like the ocean just the other side of the beams.
        We took my father-in-law in because he couldn’t look after himself. I had four children between six months and seven years old and it was absolute hell. He had a real vicious streak, was doubly incontinent, had had a stroke and did nothing for himself at all. It was such a relief when he died. I know you aren’t in that position, but having to care for someone who used to care for you must be harrowing.

      • Yes, it’s emotionally stressful and financially draining. I can’t imagine caring for a vicious, incontinent man. That sounds awful.
        Totally different topic–I just an email from a university student asking me “for access” to a book I wrote years ago. I don’t even know what that means, but it seems rather nervy to me. Can’t she get it through her university or buy a used copy? !

      • Some students try to get things for free because they’re students. Husband often gets requests to translate or edit things at a cheap rate (he’s already the cheapest around; that’s why they contact him in the first place) because they don’t have much money. He tells them he doesn’t either.
        We had to cut short the walk. The woodpecker’s tree had blown down and husband was trying to rescue the very top bit where the woodpecker lived and was attacked by other residents—hornets. He has several stings on his face and head.

      • Oh no! I hope your husband is OK! That sounds terrible. I suggested to the student that her university librarian might be able to help her. 🙂 Really, her e-mail was full of mistakes. She’s going to need a lot of help.

      • Hornets are horrible things. One of them followed us back to the house. The sting below his ear is the most impressive but he says the most painful ones are on his scalp. If you’re not allergic to them (and we seem not to be) they’re just painful. Otherwise it’s emergency at the hospital for antihistamine jabs. That woodpecker is going to be distraught!
        When someone can’t get a simple letter sorted out without mistakes it doesn’t make you want to help them much.

      • Sorry–I went out with daughter, so I’m just seeing this (Monday morning here). I hope your husband is OK. I assumed he wasn’t allergic, or you wouldn’t have stopped to write about it. 🙂 I can imagine it’s very uncomfortable though–especially to have several stings! I hope the woodpecker can find other lodgings. (Daydreaming now, imagining a bird realtor.)
        Yes, I agree about the letter.

  2. Thoughts of summer scents and sensations beating back the coming bleakness of winter: just me loving the juxtapositions of summery scents and blackness. When in sticky, steamy summer here, I like to read novels that take place in cold climes, and then the reverse 😉 Love the poem, as always.

    • Thank you very much, Marie. The Oracle truly did give me this one, and I wasn’t sure where it was going to go. 🙂
      That is funny about you reading books about the cold during summer and then the opposite. I remember reading The Shining during a snowstorm (it was long before the book was famous or the movie done)–not a good idea. 🙂

  3. Dreamy and romantic…just lovely. And the title is perfect for what we are all feeling I think. I’m glad to see Jane’s voice here, I’ve been worried too. I’ve been wondering myself why I make art, what difference it makes. And yet I must. As Claudia said recently, if you just manage to touch one person every once in awhile…you never know who looks at or reads what you do and what they may take away from it. (K)

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