Chants and Beats

Marc Chagall, Le Violiniste Bleu (The Blue Fiddler)

Moonlight kisses the sea
an almost embrace, whispering if
but for the shadows of time in the cool blue—

through the brilliant champagne clouds
light wakes those who ache,
heart-haunted
asking for flower-breath breezes,
born in the blush of star-fire,
the rhythmic poetry of earth and sky
laughing—

I dream of honeyed words, drifting
like rose petals, the fiddler surrounding us with magic,
as the sky smiles a secret, and in the flutter of a wing,
we forget and remember and forget

the beat of before, the chant of after,
the song of forever and always.

The Magnetic Poetry Oracle gave me this poem today.

43 thoughts on “Chants and Beats

  1. This sounds like a melody played on a violin: the rhythmical backwards and forwards, the oppositions you set up. Nice work from both you and the Oracle, Merril!

  2. So NOW I see that you used this particular image even more recently 😉
    I seem to spend all my time trying to catch up.
    This is just so beautiful, Merril. I love the imagery you give us (with the Oracle’s help, of course)

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