If I Could

If I Could

If I could, I’d play for you a moon-hummed lullaby,
the sound of rivers and moss green springing,
the tune of bee waltzes on white-bloomed clouds,

and you would hear the poetry of stars,
like flowers drifting from the sky–

not red-raged bursts,
or dolorous willow whispers, the anguished cries
of mourners left behind, and mother’s tears–instead

the wind would carry rose petals, petrichor,
and daffodil laughter, echoing as

each dawn awakened rosy-cheeked
with blue-eyed innocence
and birdsong would soar, never bullets.

I didn’t get a chance to post my poem from the Oracle yesterday, but I’ve revised it, and perhaps it’s more appropriate today on the first day of spring.

37 thoughts on “If I Could

  1. This is a good wish. Stars, flowers, birds–those should always be the only songs we hear.
    I remember that image from one of Jane’s prompts–I never did complete my art for it. (K)

  2. This has a similar tone and form to the poem I wrote today. Gentler than the poem I wrote yesterday with the Oracle. Like you, I had two goes at it. The first one was more of a disjointed rant too.

  3. Definitely appropriate – “not red-raged bursts,
    or dolorous willow whispers, the anguished cries
    of mourners left behind, and mother’s tears–instead” is just one example of your beautifully crafted sets of lines

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