The galaxy NGC 1156 resembles a delicate cherry blossom tree flowering in springtime in this Hubble image. The many bright “blooms” within the galaxy are in fact stellar nurseries — regions where new stars are springing to life. Text credit: ESA (European Space Agency) Image credit: ESA/Hubble, NASA, R. Jansen
Stars flower and breathe brilliant icy clouds
through time, a laugh
haunting the universe with dazzle ghosts
of cool blue fevers dancing in rhythm,
living on
~after the when and the almost~
do we wake up to magic?
Mornings of soft red skies
and a breeze perfuming the air, a kiss of if?
Or do we go into the night un-embraced,
without listening for poetry surrounding us?
The Oracle made me work for this one, a puente, this morning. (She’s ancient so her spelling is a bit whimsical.) But now I can go about my day.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Bravo! Worth the effort
Thank you so much!!
Welcome!
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Magical, just magical!
Thank you so much, Marie!
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I just saw that you’d posted. Wow! She really did it again. I’d rarely use either ‘laugh’ or ‘kiss’, but I used both and so did you! And a puente, and with the same message. I love this, it’s away with the stars 🙂
Thank you! It’s so funny (but not really 🙂 ) that we got the same words and message and chose the same poetry form. I guess she really wanted the message to get out, instead of doom and gloom. I’ve been in a funk since something of mine did not make the short list and all the mom-stuff going on–but I did get praise from my book editor this week, so I guess it’s just life– good and bad and up and down always–but the stars, or at least their light, goes on.
I’m sure you’re right. There’s no other explanation for the encouraging, bright hopeful messages when gloom would be more obvious if we were only picking up our own vibes. I’ve been plagued with one migraine after another since I went into Bordeaux to see some of the offspring a ten days ago. Plus the youngest is leaving next Thursday and she’s still away visiting friends, siblings and old haunts. She’s been a real morale boost 🙂 And she reminds us about the important things like stars.
Well, thank goodness for the Oracle and the bright reminders of loved ones! I hope you feel better soon. It is hard to function with even minor headaches (for me), much less migraines. I wonder if it’s a combination of stress and changing seasons?
Stress certainly. There’s quite enough of that in my life at the moment. And I don’t travel well. It doesn’t take much to make me feel ill. Bordeaux is only an hour on the train but that’s more than enough.
Well, hope you feel better soon!
Thank you!
You’re welcome! 🙂
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Brilliant!!
Thanks so much, Dale!
You have inspired me to finish my blog post (prose, of course) on TIME. The topic has fascinated me for as long as I can remember. Naturally, I will have to post after the memoir hoopla!
Your puente is perfect. I savor all the magical and mystical in the rhythms, Merril!
Thank you so much, Marian, for your kind words. I’m honored that my poem inspired you in any way. As you know, I’m a bit obsessed by time and time-related things. 🙂
Gorgeous, Merril! “Mornings of soft red skies” love this! Enjoy your Saturday!
Thank you very much, Jill! Enjoy yours, too!
A like it … especially since you’ve worked off a great image of deep space. Hi Merril!
Hi, Frank! Thank you!
(Poem first, then the image.) Hope all is well.
Well done! You are certainly dedicated, Merril! Happy holiday weekend!
Thank you, Luanne! 🙂 Happy Labor Day weekend to you, too.
Phew! Very well done
Thank you, Derrick. 🙂
May we always laugh at the wonderful magic that is in us and surrounds us – thanks Merril – I’m smiling 😀
Thank you very much, Susan. I’m pleased to have made you smile! 🙂
What a wonderful message! And the photo too…(K)
Thank you, Kerfe. Sometimes the Oracle knows the message she wants to give, but it takes some time and effort for us to receive it. 🙂
It does surround us, so, yes, embrace it.
Yes, you’re right.