Some days are like a drunk goddess
in delirious abandon
toppled her glass,
sending red and pink streams
to drift like rose petals amidst
brilliant blues and greens–
until the clouds gather in grey-browed fury
and the sea roars,
sings the universe,
what comes next?
What will your ferocious heart
as time dances
through if and when–
will you remember the slow smile of twilight,
the kiss of flower-perfumed air?
My message from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. She likes to mix some humor in her warnings.
Ha ha! Too much partying for you! I think the message she sent me might be part of the answer to your question 🙂
Hahaha. No, not me. Just some wine tasting last night, and still up at 5 AM this morning. Our poems are not really the same, but they sort of compliment each other.
Yes, that’s right. We make a good double act 🙂 Triple act with Kerfe who is also very blue today.
It is funny (or not) that we all had blue today. The three witches!
Hubble, Bubble and Trouble 🙂
Love this slow smile of twilight, Merrill. Enjoy your weekend!
Thank you, Jill!
This actually reminds me of the last stanza of my August 2020 poem (the previous one to the Oracle). I love the first 2 lines here. And She loves color, and has been sending us a lot of it. (K)
I will have to go back and look at your poem. She does love color!
May we always remember the remember the slow smile of twilight,
the kiss of flower-perfumed air – lovely thanks Merril and Oracle
Thank you very much, Susan!
Lovely 🙂 Your poem reminds me of a too-gorgeous-for-words sunset my husband and I watched a few years ago in Savannah, GA. We were on the other side of the river of the city, my husband doing a time-lapse of the sunset. What a riot of color! But I do love the “slow smile of twilight.”
Thanks so much, Marie. I’m pleased I reminded you of that sunset.
You may well ask
I think I did. 😏
The goddess has been drunk quite a bit lately. She’s been showing off colours all over the place.
I love the “slow smile of twilight” – perfection because it does just that, doesn’t it…
Thanks so much, Dale. I suppose it’s all the storms that lead to beautiful sunsets.
No kidding! We must enjoy them 🙂
What comes next? The goddess will dance in the rain until the sun comes out again.
Perhaps so. Thanks, Liz.
You’re welcome, Merril.