The storm blows black,
and sea screams rise,
urging the moon to cry,
and silver whispers fall
time sits languidly swimming with ifs–
sing a song of dreams held fast
in violet light, shining with tiny beats,
the music of stars, sailing on ocean breath
a kiss, a heart-voice,
a window opening.
Today’s message from the magnetic poetry Oracle.
I love how your turning point line is ‘let it’. This is lovely and the Redon is a perfect complement, in content and colours.
Most of the poem came from the first draw of the tiles. Right from the start I knew the Oracle wanted a Redon image, but I had to find the right one. 😀
That one is perfect. He really loved blues merging into indigos and purples.
Thank you. Yes, I almost used Orpheus.
That’s a purple one too, isn’t it?
Yes, it is.
The ‘silver whispers’ may fail, but never the Oracle in all her magnificent alluring colours –
Lovely Merril thank you
Thank you very much, Susan!
I’m with Jane on this!
Thanks so much, Kim!
I’m with Jane. Love your turning point. Wonderful collaboration with the Oracle!
Thank you so much, Dale!
Thank you, Jill!
Yours is like a mirror of mine–even the image–“the music of stars, sailing on ocean breath”–well you say it more beautifully, but it’s the same idea. (K)
She was definitely giving us the same message! Thank you.
“Sing a song of dreams held fast” is a line for the ages. So much could come from it.
Wow–thank you so much, Liz!
You’re welcome, Merril! I love that line.
Thank you, Derrick.