Never, Always Ask

Ask if
the sea still glitters diamond-bright
in the sunshine,

and if
it recalls the whispers of
a thousand stars, the humming of the moon,

the voices of time, a champagne cloud of color
vanishing to form again

never, always

ask why
some don’t know the delicious dazzle
of light’s brilliant kiss,

and can’t feel the universe’s embrace, lingering
in an ocean breeze.

My poem from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle.

32 thoughts on “Never, Always Ask

  1. I feel that ambivalence of never asking why some don’t know “the delicious dazzle” because it hurts too much to consider–yet feeling we should always ask why to speak on their behalf.

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