
Come, ask for color—
a fired sky, a dazzle-day,
brilliant blue and champagne-clouded
like kisses of joy
falling–
go fish for them
in the vast sea of the universe,
storm-tumbled
secret voices, lingering
in ghost-whispered rhythms
exploring
all, how, when,
and if roses recall summer–
and if you do.
Today’s message from the Oracle with a photo from this morning. It’s unseasonably warm, but it was damp and foggy earlier this morning.
This is a lovely breezy poem. A real outdoors by a great body of water poem, with the sky, the universe and all those vast things, and the roses to bring us back to earth.
We both had the weather and the water, and we both had roses at the end 🙂
Thank you very much!
We did–and Kerfe, too–but the roses is an extra. 😀
Yes! And we do have roses still flowering 🙂
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Your photographs often evoke a much-needed sigh from my body/mind/spirit. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. I love this image from your poem in particular: “secret voices, lingering
in ghost-whispered rhythms.” I am glad to be reminded of the lingering importance/value of our ancestors…
Thank you for reading and for your lovely comment, Will. Yes, that’s true, the lingering importance of our ancestors and their whispered messages.
This was absolutely beautiful!
Brilliant blue and champagne-clouded…
Thank you very much, Dale. I kept getting interrupted, but the Oracle came through. 😀
Boy did she and you ever…
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Beautiful description and your hyphenated combinations are becoming an attractive signature
Thank you very much, Derrick. I appreciate your close reading.
Lovely…standing in the breeze, experiencing it all. 💗
Thank you very much, Gwen! ❤️
Your photo is just what I was feeling this morning. All 3 poems are definitely points on the same line. Those voices are speaking to us all. I really feel the veil is thin right now. (K)
Thank you. It’s so interesting and cool that are poems were all very much on the same theme.
I can feel the warm breeze…beautiful, Merril. The photos are gorgeous too!
Thank you so much, Jill. (Sorry for the late response. I am SO behind on everything!) 😀
Such a beautiful description of nature and morning walks. 🙂
Thank you so much, Robin! 😀
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This is a beautifully written poem and I’m hearing the oddest call-and-response in my head:
Stay, don’t ask for color–
Let me have my drizzle-day
My misty gray.
How very odd.
Wow–that is odd and cool, Liz. And weirder, I think I may have started it originally as more call and response. 😀
That is weird! 😀
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Lovely poem! I really enjoyed this one! 🙂 You do have a gift, and I am so happy that you share it with us! 🙂
What a lovely think to say! Thank you so much!