Above the Clouds at Sunrise, Frederic Church
Some days are like a drunk goddess
in delirious abandon
toppled her glass,
sending red and pink streams
to drift like rose petals amidst
brilliant blues and greens–
until the clouds gather in grey-browed fury
and the sea roars,
sings the universe,
what comes next?
What will your ferocious heart
as time dances
through if and when–
will you remember the slow smile of twilight,
the kiss of flower-perfumed air?
My message from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. She likes to mix some humor in her warnings.
do you ring the rings,
in rhythmic melodies,
beauty unheard by mortals?
Rocky surface a void–or not–
universal truths of the cosmos
perhaps not universal or the truth.
This is an etheree for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenge, using synonyms for empty and space. I read that astronomers have discovered 20 new moons circling Saturn, making a total of 82.
I’m taking a quick poetry break. I’m sorry I’m so behind on reading posts. The book is almost done.
Show me the beauty
beneath mist a thousand pictures,
in shadow whispers
time’s music urges, please
was it so
Claude Monet, “Waterloo Bridge, Effect of Fog,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
The Oracle was being coy today. It took me a few attempts to coax anything from her, and then apparently she looked outside my window to see the misty day.
The child peppered the sky with questions,
Why do my tears and the ocean taste salty?
Why does this plant taste like lemon,
but my cat smells like nutmeg?
A moon-breeze carried the scent of roses and wonder–
she understood then, everything is connected.
This is for dVerse. Kim has asked us to write a quadrille using some form of the word pepper in honor of the 50th Anniversary of the Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.