Why (whisper)

Odilon Redon, Orpheus

Why whisper
life is all about blood
and fiddlers, the beat
of sea symphony rising here or there—
I can recall,
my storm-ached chants— let me

(kiss your lips)

and if–

in some misty when, death has no crushing arm, listen
(for me)–
watch us together, as the moon drips diamonds,
lighting the after-time shadows,
and love sings, summer-pink through our dreams.

Today’s message from the Oracle. She gave me nearly every word.

33 thoughts on “Why (whisper)

  1. You and Jane were definitely in the same territory. And my art would fit easily with both of your poems. Perhaps this is the answer to my questions, a guide to crossing over. (K)

    • Thank you very much, Jill!
      We had rain most of yesterday and this morning, and now we have wind, but the rain is gone. Daughter in MA said last night that we were expecting snow today.

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