The Recollection of Dreams
In the picture,
when the music dream-splashes color
and light,
like sea waves against rocks—
we hear storms and whispers
in the red and blue,
feel heartache and love–
and if you must see the sorrow,
also recall the luscious scent of rose gardens
the taste of honey on your lips, a kiss.
My poem from the Oracle. The tile said fiddle, but the image of this Redon painting was in my head, not Chagall.
Listen
to the laughter,
chocolate-chased giggling and
bageled love feasts. Sweet echoes that
linger
in light,
flickering flames,
as stars glow from afar
with ghost motes that dust our beings,
always.
A double cinquain for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday. Colleen asked us to write about holiday traditions. Our family holidays always revolve around food and include lots of laughter. My mom had the best laugh, and we all miss her.
Photo by MKcray (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC BY 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons
On this brave new world, I watch the sky,
scintillating stars, and glowing moons
they shine, these three, brightly, so clearly.
At day’s end, the suns set in the north
and rise in the south, over red seas.
It’s not yet home, but almost, nearly.
On this brave new world, there is no war,
and I would feel content, yet regret
I left her, who I loved so dearly.
This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge. The poem is a new poetry form, the trilune, which Jane invented. She explains it this way:
“A trilune is a poem of three stanzas of three lines of 3×3 syllables each (that’s 9 in case you were wondering), circling a central theme. The rhyme is on the third line of each stanza so you get a pattern of abc dec fgc.”
The prompt was the photo above.
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