These storms pound, over and over
the wind screams, the sea moans,
Days of blue sky,
a thousand ships sailing into the mists of time?
And then, if whispers, “please.”
But the moon chants from above
this is could, not always, or never,
they do not see or listen–
we dream of light and beauty. . .
and all is.
My poem from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle.
There are so many elements in this that I shared in the poem I didn’t publish. The Oracle gave us the same images but with slightly different meanings. Familiar, really. I love how ‘if’ asks nicely, and the moon is so adamant that this is only a possibility.
Interesting. I guess since we’re the same person in two place, the Oracle gives us similar words, but poems with slightly different meanings. If and the moon–probably two sides of my personality. 😏
Yes, the picture is the same, the storm, the ship, the wind, and big questions. My moon was pretty dismissive too 🙂
She’s been around for a long time, and seen lots of stupid things, so no wonder she’s dismissive. 😏
Exactly. She gets more than her fair share of people gazing at her and wishing for ridiculous things.
True. I can imagine her rolling her moon eyes.
Funny that she used to be called the man in the moon… (eyes roll).
Yes, well. . .men. 😏
If it’s important, it’s a man.
So they think. 🙄
I love this.. dark and foreboding, dreaming of beauty and light and letting us know that no, we can’t always have it… mind you that also implies that we can have some…
Thank you, Dale. Yes, exactly. It’s not fixed or certain either way.
And that’s the beauty of it, when you think of it. If it was always so, how would we appreciate it?
Beautiful, Merril. I love the reminder of ‘summer friends.’ Have a lovely Saturday! ❤
Thank you very much, Jill!
I guess the Oracle has to put temporary in terms we understand. 😏
Could – endless possibilities, especially in her visibility and invisibility …
Yes, thank you, Susan.
You reminded me of my old friends and its reality of life that even we request for their comeback… its not possible…
Thank you very much. Yes, that’s sadly very true.
The if remains unanswered. But we are not lost under the light of the moon. (K)
Indeed. Thank you, Kerfe.
The poem is shiny new, but I wonder if I’ve seen “Moonrise” before. . . ever beautiful!
Yes, I’ve used this painting to illustrate many posts.
I might have missed ‘if’ if it hadn’t had its own line. 🙂
This seems like a sad but hopeful poem: “they do not see or listen–
we dream of light and beauty. . .”
These are such stressful times and sometimes I feel so weighed down by the negative, by those who “do not see or listen” and I have to turn away to find “light and beauty.” Perhaps not the meaning you intend (?) but this is how it resonates with me 🙂
Thank you, Marie. I think you got it exactly right. (And the Oracle knows.) There is some much awfulness in the world now, and people just spewing hate (as well as disease), and so I feel like I’m torn between that and the beauty that also exists.
I’m torn too, and it’s wearing me down. My work is a distraction but only to make the days go by faster. I find myself looking for beauty in the smallest places as if by “going small,” I can shut out the larger ugly world.
I sometimes find tiny wildflowers in the grass.😀