Franz Marc, Blue Horses
Clouds of coffee and steel part with a blush,
red sky voices the universe’s secrets,
ghosts of stardust, born in brilliant dazzle,
lingering, exploring time,
~and all the ifs~
dance on a green breeze’s laugh
letting you picture the possibilities–
a corduroy heart can be patched,
a world of blue horses wakes. Listen.
Another collaborative Puente with the Oracle, though most of the words came from her, and she clearly likes color.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
I don’t know what to say! It’s lovely and vibrant and colourful, but it’s nothing like mine! I wonder what the Oracle’s thinking of?
I don’t know! Weird. We’ve had such changeable skies lately–grey to blue to red. Maybe she knew that. 🙂
It’s what is most striking for you a the moment, perhaps. The sky and its colours should be what we notice before anything else. Not sure what point she was making with my poem though.
Beautiful, Merril. The ‘red sky voices’ reminds me of the gorgeous sky my mother and I saw while out yesterday evening. Enjoy your Saturday!
Thank you, and I’m so pleased you and your mom got to see that gorgeous sky last night –after the previous bad weather. Enjoy your Saturday, too!
Thank you! ❤
Marc’s painting has come alive with your surreal poem.
“A corduroy heart can be patched.” My favorite line! Sweet whimsy.
Thank you very much, Rose! A bit of whimsy and surrealism to start the weekend. 🙂
And to that, I’ll toast a cupful of my purple paisley coffee, dear Merril. ☕️😊
Sounds delightful! 🙂
This feels so hopeful to me…something in short supply for me these days. It’s a wonderful echoing of the feeling of the painting. (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe. The Oracle didn’t even make me work much for this one, so perhaps she’s feeling some hope. . .
What a world! Beautifully poetic found poem.
Thank you so much!
Beautifully constructed
Thank you very much, Derrick.
The colours, the puente, the feelings… lovely, all.
Thank you so much, Dale! I love those blue horses. 🙂
You do and, as a result of your sharing them, so do I! 🙂
And probably Jane introduced them to me. 🙂
And so goes the circle of blogging 😉
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You had me at the first line: “Clouds of coffee and steel part with a blush,” … what a beautiful, dramatic image of clouds! Loved the whole poem, of course, but this first time will stay with me for a long time.
Thank you so much!!