
Franz Marc, The Dream
Born of ferocious fire clouds—
angel or ghost?
An almost there, like
a trace of perfume lingering
in the indigo night
from bright blooms blanketing fields
in colored harmony
~vivid and haunting~
somehow like a dream–
of verdant paths with deer and ponies,
where we bird-fly over the bluest river
into the secret of when
and what was, and here—
we follow tendrils of sun-songs
to the ancient light of then and if. . . forever.
The Oracle made me work for this puente today. The humidity has lifted, and a mockingbird is putting on a concert in my backyard.
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The image with its angular contours reminds me of Paul Cezanne’s still life art and landscapes.
I lift my glass to mockingbird melody and sun-songs!
Thank you, Marian. Marc may have been influenced by Cézanne. He died in battle during WWI, and later his work was considered degenerate by the Nazis.
Almost mystical
Thank you, Derrick.
Lovely, Merril. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you very much, Jill!
Both angel and ghost I think. The hesitation into the bird-fly and sun-songs is lovely. (K)
You may be right. Thank you very much, Kerfe!
The colour blue dominates, and the freedom of birds. We had a lot of the same images, but not the same message. Maybe the Oracle vented this morning and I picked it up.
That could be it. I tried to get a message earlier in the morning, and it just wasn’t happening. Maybe she needed to vent with you first. 😀
Could be 🙂
Beautifully inspiring magical, lovely 😊
Thank you so much, Rene!
Oh this is beautiful 🌼 and you’re quite lucky to have the mockingbird around there
Thank you so much, Jude. Yes, I do love mockingbirds. 😀
Beautiful and magical.
Our humidity lifted as well (thankfully) and I don’t know what type of bird, it is tiny, was keeping me company yesterday!
Thank you! A tiny bit of magic and wonder. 😀
Yes! And boy do we need it now…
Yes, we do!
💞
Enchanting poetry, Merril, and the last two lines are magical.
~Lauren
Thank you so much, Lauren. I had a hard time with this one!