Moonlight’s sea-spray songs
lather, pound, and lick the rocks,
in dream whispers they shape-shift
through purple mist, bear away time-aches,
turning black to blue
~as I watch~
the sky blushes pink–
and is it enough
to wing away the dark-shadowed night?
And if I ask what love is,
will the white-feathered wind answer hope?
Today’s message from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
So beautiful and mysterious. I love the themes of reflection and isolation. I also love the sea imagery, and well, anything lost at sea. The beginning lines paint a vivid scene and I love the essence of the poem that feels like the narrator is calling out to nature for an answer when no one else is there but the sea. Beautiful work. ❤️
Thank you so much, Lucy!
Somehow you caught how I was feeling the other day. I often walk by a river around sunrise when there are few people around.
Love the ending.
Thank you very much!
Lovely, magical poem, Merril.
The last 2 lines are brilliant, and the photo perfect.
Homer Winslow is a wonderful artist of Americana. I have a cherished book of some of his works, a gift from Sam Waterston.
Thanks so much, Resa! Ah yes, I remember you mentioned that before about the book.
Ah… I forget who I tell what to! 😀
I’m sure I do, too. I took this image from my WP gallery, so I suspect you mentioned it when I used it before. 😀
Ah! 😀
That white-feathered wind! So lovely. An antidote to my poem. Thank you 🙂
Thank you and you’re welcome! 😀. I think if I had written it earlier, there might have been more of a rant.
I’m glad you waited 🙂
I am, too. 😀
🙂
This is eerie, the resemblance to the feeling of my bridges dream last night.. Water and the sea played prominent parts. And that painting…(k)
Oh that is eerie, but cool, too. Like part of the collective unconscious (or something). 😀
It’s on heightened alert these days.
I thought this was inspired by one of your river walks! The Oracle was particuarly generous with you today. The last stanza is just exqusite.
Thank you so much, Liz! That is very kind.
The Oracle knows everything, including all about my river walks. 😀
You’re welcome, Merril!
Lovely, Merril. White feathered wind……what an image. ❤
Thank you so much, Gwen!
So beautiful, Merril! Your walks are really inspiring you.
Thank you very much, Jill!
The brief nature of that “pink blush” (and of course it’s brief) raises the question, “Is hope fruitless?” But how can it be, as long as you hold it?
Ahh–a puzzle inside a conundrum. 😀
Superb imagery and sentiment in such spare language
Thank you very much, Derrick!
Short on words, but long on thoughts through metaphors and imagery. Meanwhile, touring experiences have been keeping me hopping!
Thank you for reading and leaving a comment in the midst of your hopping about!
I love this… A perfect puente with the waves washing away the pains in the first part and the questioning if it is enough in the second..
Thank you very much, Dale!
Beautiful!
Thank you so much!