whispering if over stormy sea
and diamond-lighting rocks
~through a blue-shadowed sky~
I dream of a honeyed-tongued goddess
singing the music of a thousand springs
and time stops there, recalling when
as mist blows away,
The Oracle made me work for this double puente, which probably isn’t a form, but oh well, more rule-breaking. I think she has more to say, but I’ll let this stand for now.
It sounds as though the Oracle told you what might happen if we watch and wait. She wouldn’t give me anything so hopeful. This is a lovely ‘if’ poem, puente or not 🙂
Thank you very much. I like that interpretation. 🙂 I didn’t see yours. I will go search.
It isn’t very cheery.
I found it.
Doesn’t bother me one whit if you have broken poetry rules… call it free form inspired by puente 😉
Regardless, this created wonderful imagery for me.
Thank you very much! 🙂
Ah, the music of a thousand springs, wonderful line
Thank you so much!
Very welcome Merril
I like when you break the rules, Merril. Nicely done! Enjoy your Saturday. 🙂
Thank you, Jill. 😉
Thank you, Derrick.
Wonderful imagery. Break as many rules as you want. Your poems always sing.
I agree. Great imagery.
Thank you very much, Ken!
Awww–thanks so much, Marie!
I love that ending.
She made me work today too. A long pause between my stanzas. She was thinking in colors for both of us. (K)
Yes, indeed. It’s funny how sometimes the words come right away, but sometimes she makes us work–then we’re like of course. 🙂
Even if you sometimes see scary things, your gaze is often upward, full of mystery. I like that!
Thank you, Marian! 🙂