Ask, as if the still water answers
with blue-blown ripples, and
a tiny thousand lights sing of spring.
What is the question dancing out and in
from shadowed wings,
on the feathered limbs of just-greening trees?
Or this? How life comes
and ends, in whispered sounds
and pastel hues—
ducks quack and geese honk,
the buds of daffodils bob swan-like on sprouting stems–
you recall all the questions never asked
she lived a long life,
her laugh mixed with bright blooms,
summer dreams in a garden
red and pink. Past and future are
heart-haunted, but sweet
like birdsong in honeyed glow.
Now, you embrace the after—
the flowering dawn and the caramel glow–and
the secret smile of the morning
calls to you, not why,
I collaborated with the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. She’s feeling philosophical on this first morning of spring, and I’m still asking questions.
This makes me wonder if you’re speaking to your mother. She probably knows the answers too now 🙂
Also, we got our poppies crossed. I had a whole string of red things that aren’t obvious. Now I know why!
Thank you! It sort of turned into being about my mother. You know how the Oracle works. 😀
I think got our poppies crossed sounds like it should be an expression people say.
Ha ha! They might wonder what on earth it means !
I like the transition from pondering nature to pondering the passing of a life.
Thank you so much!
I meant to say how similar your poem it to Kerfe’s too. We all have spring and bright colours on the brain.
It suddenly seems like there’s so much more light!
When the cloud lifts the spring light is so clear, yes!
This gave me shivers Merril, and tears. And I do believe our mothers are speaking with the angels.
Thank you so much, Kerfe. I would like to think so. 💙
I love this, merril
Thank you so much, Beth!
This is beautiful, Merril. And it feels as if your mother was helping the Oracle and you this morning…
Thank you very much, Dale. She may have been. 😀
Truly haunting and mesmerizing. I loved the transition of ideas, and how well it flowed into passing, it’s very emotional and beautiful. As always, your work is visceral and beautifully expressed.
Aww–thank you so much, Lucy. That is so very kind!
What a lovely rhythm your words bring to me this first day of spring. The oracle has brought you peace. ❤
Thank you so much for your lovely comment, Colleen! ❤️
Happy Spring. 🌷💐
You, too, Colleen! 🌞🌸
Beautiful, Merril. You are making me more anxious for spring. It’s cold and quite windy here today.
Thank you, Jill! It was very windy here yesterday. This morning is was cold, but not windy–and the sun is shining!
I wonder as Jane did if the poem is about your mother. The questions are very much the ones I’m asking. My mother has been on my mind all day.
Interesting that I tapped into your mind again, Liz. Hope all is well. 💙
All is well. Thank you for asking, Merril.
You’re welcome, Liz.
‘the secret smile of the morning’ – I’m smiling 😊
Thank you so much! 😀
Your mother shone through. She knew many springs
Thank you, Derrick. Yes, she did.
That is …. beautiful!!!
You were very close to your mom, and it shows.
Thank you so much, Resa! 💙
So perhaps your mother communicates with you through the Oracle? it’s a lovely idea. Maybe some of your questions will be answered, or maybe you just always remember “her laugh mixed with bright blooms.” Remembering her laugh, though, must be precious. Beautiful poem, Merril xo
Thank you so much, Marie. ❤️
I don’t know about my mom communicating through the Oracle exactly, but the Oracle knows everything, so. . .
The Oracle as always was with you in your musings Merril, thank you, lovely.
Thank you very much, Susan.
This made me think of Life’s great circle every thing is connected in some way . A very thought evoking piece .
Thank you so much, Andy. Yes, cycles and connections.
This was beautiful
Thank you so much!
Such a beautiful poem! 🌷 This got me “you recall all the questions never asked
Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I’m happy my words touched you. 💙
Beautiful! I’ll share on social media.