Beneath the brown,
a seed grows green,
Beneath the frost,
nature murmurs a song,
as after the rain,
spring sings of time
in a fall of pink petals
and ghosts sail
through a universe
with star rhythms
and we embrace the fire
from a champagne cloud,
like a night kiss,
the brilliance of eternity
in our blood.
I took words from three sets of tiles, and the Oracle and I collaborated on this poem. Mostly her, I just added the articles and such. I think the link is still open for Open Link Night on dVerse, where Lillian is hosting from her vacation retreat, so I’m linking this there.
Beautiful, Merril! Enjoy your Saturday!
Thank you, Jill! Enjoy yours, too!
I love the way the Oracle is always pointing things out—look! listen! etc.
Our poems are very similar in theme, yours being more of an answer to the questions that mine poses.
She really wants to make certain we don’t miss anything. 🙂
Oh, that’s a good point. It’s like she did a tag-team approach with our poems.
Yes, it’s like looking at the question from two angles.
She likes to be thorough to make sure we get the message, even if she doesn’t come right out and say it.
We have to do some of the work after all 🙂
When I was a little girl, I remember Aunt Ruthie guiding my face to the night sky and pointing out Cassiopeia. Your photo/verse reminded me of that moment in time such a long, long time ago.
The photo of the ghost of Cassiopeia was in my files, so I used it, but I’m pleased the poem and photo brought you a happy memory.
Ruthie mentioned this constellation had a W shape with 5-bright stars. Funny how distant memories stay imprinted in the mind after all these years.
Yes, they do, and it is funny–I mean why this particular one, but not another? But in any case, I’m glad you were reminded. 🙂
Its a beautiful reminder that we should use our senses to enjoy life.😊
Thank you very much. 🙂
This is so beautiful. ❤
Thank you very much! ❤
This was gorgeous in every way, Merril. You and the Oracle make a fine team!
Thank you very much, Dale. This one came so easily I’m pleased it doesn’t sound like it did. 😉
No, definitely not. Just dang beautiful 😉
Awww–thank you so much! 🙂
Always a pleasure. 🙂
we do have stardust in our blood, we are the same species as the cosmos, and a unique conscious corner, reveling in that night kiss. Such wonderful sounds Merrill, pink petals pop! And that night kiss, and the lingering! I took four random words from random page numbers from New Yorker Magazine, “disposesses, river, there, been” and tried to build my poem around the sounds a s the primary focus, but a message still came through. There may be something to this Oracle stuff, idk, felt cute 😉
Really love this!
Hi Lona! Thanks for stopping by. I was just thinking about you the other day. 🙂 Thank you for the lovely comment. There does seem to be something about the Oracle. And Jane and I nearly always get a similar message–often the same words. I will check out yours in a few minutes.
It is good to be back, life has been so crazy and hard and wonderful, I think I am making some room to breathe and write again.
That’s a good thing. 🙂 I’ve had some crazy months, as well.
this also felt like it might belong here. hope it is not an intrusion. hehe
Perfect! Thank you. 🙂
I like the thought of eternity in our blood.
Thank you, Frank!
A hopeful poem … that’s how I read it, new life sprouting under dead leaves or a glaze of frost. I might be trying too hard, but it’s like you’re going from the micro (seed) to the macro (stars, or eternity?). A widely encompassing poem. At the least, it’s beautiful 🙂
Thank you very much, Marie for your lovely words and close reading. ❤ Yes, I think it went from micro to macro–and perhaps back again in the stardust we carry. 🙂 I think it's because I started with the word tiles I got from the Nature set, then I went to other sets.
Good to know and, yes, stardust would be micro. So it’s circular as is Life and Nature 😉
Yes, indeed. 🙂
This is stunning! And the directives to see and listen….oh yes.
I especially love these words:
“as after the rain,
spring sings of time
in a fall of pink petals”
I’ve always thought as a writer, if my words can connect with my reader, no matter if the way they connect is my intention, then they’ve had an effect…they’ve given birth to another’s thoughts and feelings. For me….the lines I quoted above, remind me of Spring 2018 when we spent a month in a Washington DC apartment because our Boston condo unit was having some rehab being done. In the back yard of the apartment was a huge cherry tree and we were there for cherry blossom time. When there was a slight wind or breeze, we could look out our window there and see a rain of pink petals….literally. It was so very beautiful. It seems to me I wrote a poem about it for dVerse? Not sure….but that’s what your lines here brought to mind. Thanks for the memory! 🙂
Thank you so much for your comment, Lillian. You are the second person to comment that my poem brought a vivid memory. So, of course, I didn’t know of your experience, but I’m so pleased that my words touched you and brought back this wonderful memory. Thank you for letting me know. ❤
“and ghosts sail
through a universe
The whole poem is lovely, but that line just really jumped out at me. Thanks.
Thank you very much for stopping by and leaving such a kind and thoughtful comment.
Great post 😁
Thank you! 🙂
No problem 🙂 check out my blog when you get the chance 😁
Such sublime depth
Thank you very much, Derrick. 🙂