After the storm,
in a language of if,
and dreams shine
like the sun through shadows–
gardens must sleep
but time urges us to run
(from, over, to)
and the wind whispers
a thousand whys
rocks chant when,
as the moon watches in beauty
spraying cool diamond music–
a symphony of I am–
and we ask—
who, how, and what is?
The Oracle made me work this morning. She’s being enigmatic again–sending me out to question the universe–but I suppose that is what poets do.
Hard work, indeed
Seems quite appropriate to Spring too.
Yes. Thank you, Ben.
We had very similar messages, same words. She says to ask the moon for the answers. Easier said than done..
I don’t think she does easy. 🙂
If it was easy I wouldn’t believe it 🙂
Hahaha. Good point!
Hard work hard questions simply and beautifully reflected in your words, thanks Merril 🐞
Thank you very much, Susan.
BTW, I can leave a comment on your posts, but I can’t ever respond again if you ask a question. So in answer to your question about writing a poem a day in April–there’s a prompt each day on the NaPoWriMo page, which people can follow or not. 🙂
Thanks for clarification! Follow the prompt is the name of the game which may not exclude a personal theme of sorts?
Of course! There’s no right or wrong. 🙂 Here’s the site: http://www.napowrimo.net/
But there seem to be many April challenges.
I’m not thinking of doing it – sometimes I get tempted but I know my limits – and limitations 😀 I was thinking of YOU and a theme using that prompt 😀
Thanks. I’ll just go with the flow. Perhaps a theme will arise, but there are so many prompts. . .we’ll see. 🙂
She may have made you work, and we reap the benefits!
Enigmatic indeed, but life and its directions are always open to interpretation by both writer and reader.
Yes, that’s true. Thanks, Ken.
Loved these lines, “gardens must sleep but time urges us to run”…lovely!
Thank you, Jill!
So many questions! 🙂 Lovely poem as always, Merril.
Thank you, Marie.
I seem to question a lot in my poetry–especially when guided by the Oracle.
Hah, yes, they do that. I also realized this morning that scientists seek to prove what poets already feel.
The light was singing today! (K)