I watch purple shadows dance, lingering with cool kisses in the air as the sun shines pink-petaled on blue– listen, sky and water say, and the music is in my head as if honeyed light is fiddle and voice, recalling dreams, and the way the moon sings through a storm. Remember this, blushing clouds, the soft secret smiles of the universe, sailing into after. The wild magic surrounds you. Embrace it.
Today’s message from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle–she, of course, sees me walking by the river.
If how we need the sea is an ache, then why? The wanting to return to a dream, recalling water in diamond sprays on purple rocks and salted air, flying starward to eternity—this is the before and after, light and shadow, rhythm and music of the vast then and now, a wild blue breeze. We surrender to time, wake to a universe of poetry, together scream through the storm, our honeyed laughter soars, lingering.
This is an ekphrastic message from the Oracle. As I was writing, I got the image of this painting in my head. She’s obviously a fan, and a bit of romantic–at least today.
From misted dreams, the clouds blow back black as sky-ships spray incandescent shimmer, and with whispered wonder sing, bring, ring-in the pink-rosed day. This after disaster, hereafter and if– the moon comes blue, and hums for the sad sea, and those you see, in-between drifts of shadow and shine, the haunted souls of those who played with diamond cool, embracing now the darkest deep, finding that water breaks, and aches without why and whenever, with roars, ripples, waves, and swell from here into hereafter,
and if, and if, and if. . .
My message today from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. She knows it’s Halloween and that there will be a blue moon tonight.
I day-dance with the clouds in lazy rhythm and soft light of peach-misted mornings, the moon singing goodbye, the sun smiling to wake with fire-sky homes, hearts,
the wild things come to haunt you in the night look at the stars, singing from then as time circles and remembers what was
and what will be
the boy asks? Do you hear the laugh carried on a breeze? It’s the trees, I say, tickled by the wind, sharing their joy.
A late message from the Oracle today. She loves the puente form so much, that she gives me doubles. 😏 I kept getting interrupted today, and then Ricky the Cat was helping me. . . I love morning moons, and I was happy to see this one setting over the Delaware River this morning. It’s very small in the photo, but it’s there.