Secrets

Odilon Redon, Orpheus

Secrets

In blue-chorded night, the moon murmurs secrets
so the earth is never lonely

as between friends,
the ancient words fall like petals

to take root
beneath snow blankets and on stony beaches

gulls gather them—dropping them with a laugh—
see the flowers growing amidst the rocks?

Now the storms bury and the mad men trample,
but the seeds are there,

think not only if, but when
the ghost-light of long-dead stars arrives
we feel the ache, hear the promise in infinite.

My poem from the Oracle–and this painting again seemed to fit.

30 thoughts on “Secrets

  1. I almost used that painting and decided, no! I’ve used it so often lately! It was probably because you were borrowing it 🙂
    You’re right, we use the same themes, but where I end coming down to earth, you soar into the stars.

  2. We are all feeling the storms. Once again I think my message falls between yours and Jane’s. I love the words falling like petals, and the seagulls. (K)

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