
When or Ever
My dreams were moon-whispered songs–
if rain came, it touched with gentle fingers
and breathed honey-sweet breath on roses,
their luscious scent awakened with the sun.
But now–
storm winds beat with nightmare wings, and the seas
send lathered purple tongues to lick the rocks,
leaving bitterness to cling to them
like an ache
we feel
death come, an ever-expandable ship
sailing to the after–
and thousands of mothers cry whyβ
for what, and when
can never ever give you what you want?
My poem from the Oracle. As always, she knows what’s going on.
This reflects exactly the feeling I had from the Oracle too. For what? The questions stretch out to the ends of the visible world. (K)
Yes, exactly Kerfe.
The Oracle knows a thing or three and is not afraid to say it, even if it is the mothersβ cry – thanks Merril, evocative –
Thank you very much, Susan.
The Oracle’s messages are always the same these days. She knows that we still haven’t understood.
I’ll try to keep up with your posts. With only the select few to read, I should manage π I wish it was possible to pick and choose with comments, but they’re either off or on for everybody, I can’t have a guest list.
Yes, the Oracle is going to keep giving us the same messages till it does sink in, I suppose.
It’s good to know I’m among the select few, but I won’t be offended if you don’t keep up for a while. I know I missed a few of yours because I didn’t do some dVerse prompts that I thought I might do. . .
I’ll check in on your blog from time to time to see what you’ve posted.
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I saw we are both in Visual Verse.
Are we?? I’ll go look π
Remember that day I said I had just written something with the word insouciance, which you also used. It was my poem in Visual Verse.
I remember! It’s a good word, and I do like the ending of your poem.
Thank you very much. I liked yours, too. I could have picked it as one of yours.
Ha ha! I’ll take that as a compliment π
Definitely! π
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For what? Very fitting. The Oracle is quite good. As are you, putting together what she gives you.
Thank you so much, Robin. π
The anguished cry of those mothers in the poem went straight to my heart as well as the heart of the matter.
Thank you so much, Liz. I’m pleased my words elicited that response.
You’re welcome, Merril.
Absolutely stunning, Merril
Thank you very much, Derrick!
Your words do seem prescient, Merril!
The Oracle always knows, Ingrid. π
The Oracle definitely knows and you play with her in a most evocative way. This was so sensuous, I could feel the light rain, the sun; then the storm. Why indeed…
What a lovely comment, Dale. Thank you!
I mean what I say, as you know π xo
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Yes, the Oracle certainly does know what’s going on. π±π
She does!