Responding to all of today’s artwork for Paul Brookes’ Challenge, January 9, 2021, Day 3.
After the bang that breaks the silence
of nonexistence, of before all-time–
a closed fist opens, letting out light
in a rush of song; sailing sirens, the stars
attract, beckoning us and what was becomes ever-after,
never looking back,
we seek the end of darkness, beyond horizons
and the silvered-humming of the moon—
finding patterns in vast arrays, finding ourselves there—
made of stars, caught by time–and
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Oh, I’ve been missing your posts and this prompt! Noticed your post on twitter.
I love that fist opening and letting the light go.
Anyone would think the Oracle had a hand (no pun intended) in this. Did you see what I posted yesterday evening? Just fits this poem.
Thank you! I think the Oracle must have been sending her thoughts. I did just look at yours, and yes, they do fit together. Not surprising. 😀
Strange cloud and very similar ideas. What would be really strange would be if we saw the same clouds…
I think maybe we have. 😏
Ha ha. Very likely 🙂
Oh that was wonderful! I love that you made a puente using all three images. A closed fist opening to let out light is such a beautiful image. We need more open hands, don’t we?
Thank you so much, Dale. Yes, we do!
My favorite “a closed fist opens, letting out light” – nice job, Merril! Enjoy the weekend!
Thank you very much, Jill! You, too!
Another beauty…I too like the letting out of the light. (K)
Thank you, Kerfe. I’m pleased you like it.
Wow! What an impressive response to the three visual prompts! Kudos to the poet!!
Thank you so much, Liz!