How is your life a language
of whispered dreams? Aches and honey
beneath the tiny thousand lights, crushed diamonds
shining to recall the delirious dazzle of before
~and if~
you could ask the fiddler
to play pink-petaled spring, would you?
And hold the sky still, timeless
for a moment, black blown away, birdsong rippling blue.
Another puente from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. She knows spring is coming, and she was crying out for a blue painting. I almost went with Franz Marc, but this Chagall fits so perfectly.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
This is a perfect pairing. I loved the beautiful imagery you created. Yes. Do. Bring on spring!
Thank you so much, Dale!
It’s cold and windy here today, but spring is definitely in the air! 😀
The sun is shining (between the clouds) and the wind looks like it will be felt (I still haven’t ventured out there). The weather app says it feels like 0 so… another bundle up kinda day!
I skipped walking outside yesterday. Have fun!
On my mission. I can’t not go! 10000 steps inside is nary impossible!
I listen to lots of podcasts to get my 10,000 inside when I have to. 😀
There’s an idea! I have never listened to a single podcast in my life… But still. I think I will be investing in a rowing machine soon. For those days where I really don’t feel like being blown away or turned into a popsicle!
A rowing machine–wow! I don’t generally download podcasts. I just listen from my computer while I jog around the kitchen. It helps to have something you’re really interested in.
It was that or a stationary bike. But I’d like to get myself a bike this summer and then can get a doohicky that allows you to pedal inside.
But yeah, I imagine time goes by faster when you’re interested!
This is lovely! A blue poem indeed, and the Chagall was made for it. Our images are very similar (of course) and the sense is very like the poem I wrote earlier for Sue. She’s in the Oracle’s thoughts as well.
Thank you!
It’s funny that I wasn’t thinking of this Chagall at all, but then it even has the birds and rippling blue. And we have so many of the same words. Yes, I’m sure Sue is in the Oracle’s thoughts.
Blue is such an appropriate colour, even if neither of us have blue skies today, just grey and windy.
Yes, if the Oracle is thinking about anyone in particular at the moment, it’s Sue.
Yes. I agree.
As Dale says,:This is a perfect pairing: your lyrical poetry and Marc Chagall’s fiddler. The think birdsong ripples blue, even on gray days! 🙂
Thank you very much, Marian! I think you’re right.
‘~and if~
you could ask the fiddler
to play pink-petaled spring, would you?’
Definitely yes! Lovely poem and a well-chosen accompanying image.
Thank you so much, Ingrid!
Could you return to past springs?
You’d have to ask the fiddler or Oracle? 😏
🙂
The answer is yes of course. Your blue goes with my green. Spring! (K)
Yes!
Perfect, Merril! So looking forward to spring.
Thank you, Jill. It looks like we might get some spring-like weather next week, but we’ll see! 😏
Chagall, definitely Chagall.
🙂
I love the image of the fiddler playing a pink-petaled spring.
Thank you so much, Laura! The painting really is perfect, isn’t it?
Love it with that gorgeous Chagall!
Thank you, Luanne!
I love the synesthesia in the second stanza! I must find that fiddler to play spring for me.
Thank you, Liz!
It’s funny you mention synesthesia. We’ve been having lots of family conversations about it recently. My senses definitely blend and merge a bit. Daughters do, too–all the spouses roll their eyes. 😀
You’re welcome, Merril! That is a coincidence about the synesthesia conversations!
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So beautiful! What a wonderful way to think about spring…pink-petaled! I do like this fiddle player!
Thank you so much, Linda. I think this is my favorite Chagall fiddler.
Loved it!
Thank you!
This is amazingly beautiful and I so love the Chagall you chose, perfection.
Thank you so much, Rene! 💙
It’s my pleasure Merril !