My mother sings in dreams,
not of death, but light
holding promises of if–
soar, she cries,
why whisper what you want
when your words can fly,
~reaching~
for you, I wake,
as the robins rouse the sun
to blossom in apricot splendor.
Their voices carry on the wind–
a song that makes the flowers dance,
and I watch, at peace
~in this moment~
the world searches
for hope,
sending out wishes on stars
with a laugh,
time sings through a thousand rivers,
not of never, but of always.
I tried several sets of tiles, and the Oracle kept giving me the same words. I hope I interpreted her message correctly. A Puente is technically two stanzas connected by a bridge stanza, but the Oracle had more to say, so this is a double Puente.
Love your puentes … doubles especially
That’s very kind. Thank you so much!
and what beautiful words she sent you
Thank you, Beth!
I think you interpreted them beyond beautifully. Adore this..
Thank you so much! 😀
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How similar 🙂 Your mother and those children, dancing flowers and wishing on stars. This is Oracle language to perfection. Pure hope.
Thank you! I’ve given up thinking it’s strange when ours are so similar. 😀 I wonder what Kerfe will come up with?
The Oracle serves you beautifully Merril, this is lovely 🌺
Thanks so much, Susan!
So beautiful, Merril. Thank you for sharing. Enjoy your day. ❤
Thank you very much, Jill! Enjoy your day, too.
Lovely
Thanks so much, Derrick.
What a beautiful message from your mother! The robins have been very loud and insistent this year.
I think my poem was hopeful too, at least as far as life is concerned. Humans were nowhere to be seen however. (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe.
Yes, I just read yours, and it was hopeful.
I think you have built a bridge to your mother with these powerful words, Merril!
Aww–thank you, Marian. That really touches me. ❤️
Your double puente made/makes my (he)art sing…thank you for this.
That’s such a lovely comment! Thank you, Laura.
That was one inspirational dream.
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Beautiful!
Thank you!