The Poetry of If

Marc_-_Träumendes_Pferd

Franz Marc, Dreaming Horse

 

Blue magic perfumes the night

(and ghosts are almost here)

in my heart, embracing

haunting, breathing secrets

of eternity

 

~and the universe~

 

throbs and dazzles–

there a star dances,

and voices wake

laughter, joy–

the poetry of if

 

A collaborative poem with the Oracle. She seems to be fond of the Puente form.  I think the blue horses must dream blue magic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

27 thoughts on “The Poetry of If

    • Thank you, Marian. I’m glad this complemented your mood.
      I think you may have remarked about that before. I suppose Franz Marc may have known of Chagall’s early work when he was in Paris, but Marc died in WWI. His work was condemned as “degenerate” by the Nazis.

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