Vincent van Gogh – Starry Night on the Rhone, 1888
Beneath a spray of tiny diamonds
the wind whispers a dream–
a poem murmured,
of a path through cloud blossoms
in the universe’s garden–
time lingers there
~in secret rhythms~
shadows dance here
under the honeyed moon
and the air carries the scent of if,
like the air before a storm,
as I wake, remembering
stars falling in fragrant petals
A puente from a collaboration with the Oracle. Most of the words came from one set of tiles, with a few from another set. I was dreaming poetry the other night–it wasn’t this–but the Oracle knows. . .
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
I love when you dream poetry… and then call upon the Oracle for a little guidance. The two of you make such a pair!
Aww–thank you very much, Dale! ❤
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Dreamy and imaginative. Perfect prose to match the image … but I know you matched the image to your words. Simply excellent!
Hi, Frank! Thank you very much. That is a lovely comment– and much-appreciated!
This is lovely, a perfect dream. It also dovetails with the poem the Oracle gave me, you wake still seeing the path across the sky and the falling stars. You’re right, the Oracle does know 🙂
Thank you. You’re right, she does! 🙂
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Beautiful, Merril! You were dreaming poetry…I’m so intrigued by that. Last night, I was dreaming I was on our patio feeding the cardinals by hand. 🙂
Thank you very much, Jill! A few weeks ago, in a dream I was doing a stage reading of a play I wrote. I’m sure it was brilliant-I wish I could remember. Hahaha.
Your dream sounds lovely. ❤
LOL! That’s funny, Merril. I’m sure you were a star! ❤
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Oh, to dream poetry … much better than the “angst” dreams I usually beset by 😉 As always, your poetry and image fit beautifully together.
Thank you very much, Marie!
I get angst dreams, too–and anxiety dreams. I had lots of wild and interesting dreams last night, but I don’t remember them now–only the door that fell from the sky. 😉
Oh, dear, a door that fell from the sky! Well, that’s something to ponder 🙂
Indeed! 🙂
beautiful ❤️
Thank you very much!
Neat and sweet!
Thank you! 🙂
This is beyond lovely, Merril!! So much inspiration here.
“and the air carries the scent of if,” ❤
Thank you very much, Katy. On Saturdays some of my friends and I consult the magnetic poetry Oracle. https://magneticpoetry.com/pages/play-online
My poems nearly always include “if.”
Your closing line leads nicely back to the opening.
Thank you, Ken. I’m pleased you noticed. 🙂