Breezes born in cloud kisses
explore this night,
waking stars to give them voice
to dazzle the universe,
smiling with their delicious secrets
of fire-magic and desire–
and there, like perfumed words
haunting the morning air with if
they flower days to come,
embracing the poetry of life
It’s Saturday and time to consult with the Poetry Oracle. For those who are keeping track, I had to do a couple word refreshers to get “if.” 🙂 I took the photo last night after we left our friends’ house. It had rained while we were inside eating dinner.
the sky looks magic, and your words a perfect match
Thank you so much, Beth!
Thank you so much, Holly!
The Oracle is working it’s magic 🤗
I love that pink and blue sky! Your poem is as delicate as those wisps of cloud. There are so many of the same words in your poem and the first of mine, the fire, desire and perfumed flowers. For once, she gave me a phrase that is similar to your ‘if’; the last one about the peace of never.
Thank you so much!
I thought that sky was beautiful, too.
The Oracle also gave Kerfe a similar message, and her drawing was like my photo. . .
The combination of blue and pink is lovely.
I’ll have to search for Kerfe’s poem. I don’t get notifications from her K site and her mail takes me to the site she shares with Nina.
Thank you, Jane. I hope you can find it. 🙂
Got there are changed the settings.
O clear! The Oracle letters reshaped – lovely Merril 😊
Thank you! I’m glad she came through! 🙂
Perfect poem to go with that gorgeous sky.
Thank you very much! 🙂
This really beautiful, Merril And the photo is perfect! I hope your mother is doing well.
Thank you so much, Jill.
My mom is definitely better than she was, but the whole situation is still very stressful. Thank you for asking.
I know it is…I’m sorry, Merril.
Thank you, Jill. ❤
I like this one a lot. Oddly, I can’t say way – but I do. There’s a magical sense for me.
Thank you very much, Frank. I appreciate that you like it a lot–and no reason necessary. I’m glad it carries a sense of magic.
This is lovely as always…and once again, go look at my art. The Oracle is weaving nets. (K)
Thank you! I just read yours and saw the art. She is whispering to us and giving us similar messages (and art)!
She is! Intersecting lines.
Just going to copy what Jane said above, since it’s perfect: “Your poem is as delicate as those wisps of cloud.”
Awww–thank you, Marie!
I think it was the “fire-magic and desire,” but you inspired me to consult The Oracle, Merril.
How lovely! Thank you, Ken!
🙂 And thank you!
Nice – this turned out well.
Thank you very much!
Thank you, Derrick.