Bitter at after, done with
his red rose lies revealed–
ripping her raw,
till she became wind, water–
a purple storm surging,
crashing on the rocks
~in shadowed mist~
dreams are created,
embracing all the ifs
born of hope—or despair—lingering
like the caress of the sea
in the touch of a salt breeze, recalling
what once was and the words that would never be said.
Winslow Homer, “Watching the Breakers” 1891
My message from the Oracle took some work today, but it finally came through, and then a bit of added inspiration from Winslow Homer. Thanks to Jane Dougherty for sharing a fix for the formatting.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Oh so well done, Merril. The wildness of the image perfect to go with the torrent of emotions, felt.
Hmmm… Wonder where Jane got the “how to” from 😉
Thank you so much, Dale! The Oracle did not make it easy today–until suddenly she did. 😏
Did you see Jane’s post that I reblogged? She explained who she got it from.
I swear… I am thisclose to trying to work with her…
And no, I didn’t see!
Trying to work with the Oracle you mean?
Yes. Sorry. Was clear in my head…
That’s OK. I thought you meant Jane at first, and I was confused. 😂
Hahahaha!!! Oy!
We have so many of the same images, though with different results. The mist and the shadows is central though, and we both had that. A touch of melancholy in yours though, and for once, mine is a bit more hopeful 🙂
Yes, mine is definitely more melancholy like a book you read and cry over, and yours is more hopeful in a wry sort of way of the platypus phoenix. 😀
It takes all sorts, as they say 🙂
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Beautiful! I believe love relationships are like the ocean, serene and calm with ebb and flow, until circumstances create that tidal storm that can be so destructive nothing will ever be the same again!
Thank you so much, Dwight!
That’s a wonderful analogy. I suspect that does happen often.
Yes, too often!
Yes. Sigh.
I love the wildness of the painting and the poem. Shades of the Brontes. It tingled my skin to read “his red rose lies.” My mind kept reading lips but lies come from lips so … there we are 😉
Thanks, Marie. I’ll take shades of the Brontes. 😀 And he was definitely a liar. Hahaha.
I love the last two lines…the recollection of words that would never be said. People often stand beside the sea and ponder their lives; the salty breeze does inspire reflection. I think this piece is wistfully beautiful…the haunting saga of a broken heart.
Thank you so much, Linda. Yes, I think it is wistful. And those line you like were the ones I changed after finding the painting, so yes, ocean inspired by way of Winslow Homer.
Well said, Linda!
You’ve been on a roll lately, Merril. Beautiful!
Thanks so much, Jill!
I’m not surprised such rugged, tumultuous, poetry took some work.
Thank you very much, Derrick.
The Oracle came through with a powerful metaphor for you
Thank you so much, Liz. Somehow she always knows.
This is beautiful, as always, Merril. I love your work.
Thank you so much, Katy. That is very kind.
Wonderful poem/prose/message, Merril.
I adore Homer Winslow’s work. I have a gift, a book of his paintings. It was given to me by Sam Waterston, at the end of a movie we worked on together.
Thank you for this lovely reminder of a special memory!
Thank you so much, Resa! I like his work, too. What a lovely gift and memory–I’m happy I could remind you of it. ❤️
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