She asks if
you can see it–the cool blue of time–
sprays of rose-pink, leaf-green,
cerulean, indigo, and diamond-sprinkled light–
a storm-dance of life to
the secret songs of stars and
the harmony of moon-music—listen–
now, the whisper of blood-dreams,
and the language of wind and sky,
dark voices of decay join bright beams–
an exhale–
the brilliant breath of the universe,
an icy cloud of fever-flowers soars
into the after,
leaving a trail, ferocious, wild, aching—
almost there, dazzled,
you ask if
this is a beginning or an ending? But
she is gone.
The Magnetic Poetry Oracle gave me a oracle poem. She gave me “ask if” every time I tried it.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
The Oracle is elusive and mysterious!
She is! 😀
I got an if/ask, with a similar theme. Life and death. Too much death still lingering. (K)
Yes, I’ll go read yours now.
No wonder the Oracle keeps prompting you thus – always questioning & questing . Lovely Merril thank you 😊
Thank you, Susan!
I sense a plaintive mood here, Merril.
Hmmm. . .I don’t know. Maybe from the Oracle. 😀
We both had dark voices and blood dreams, but in yours they’re off stage (in my poem, obviously) and you can see the light at the other side 🙂
I like that about them being off stage in your poem–of course they were! 😀
It read to me like an echo, and of course, it was!
Yes, it was, even if I didn’t know it at the time. 😀
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Very nice, Merril. Love the last line.
Thanks so much, Jill!
The Oracle always knows. Life’s mysteries. We can ask but answers are not always forthcoming. Love the image with the poem.
Thank you so much, Dale! 💙
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Fleeting, elusive – but you caught the mood
Thanks so much, Derrick.
The Oracle seems to be speaking of womanhood and fertility to me. (This thought was prompted by “the whisper of blood-dreams.”
Interesting, Liz. I can certainly see that!
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Your poem is as rich in color as the image. This line “dark voices of decay join bright beams” gave me chills but in a good way 🙂
How lovely! Thank you so much, Marie!