Who wants to watch the time?
The sun whispers, her hot-petaled head
sweating light. Together we soar into the beyond.
And if I ask about purple storms and darkness,
she only sings of golden rays,
and if I ask about after, she murmurs of the dawn
in rose-colored poetry, trailing a feathered sigh.
She is an ancient wanderer. I follow her through shadows
not remembering
before, only this timeless circling.
The Magnetic Poetry Oracle gave me most of the words right away today. She may have been watching the eclipse this week.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Rose colored poetry…that’s what this is! Beautiful
Awww–thank you so much, Rene! 💙
All true, so very lovely
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‘The sun whispers, her hot-petaled head
sweating light.’
– Exquisite lines Merril! And what a wonder, to see an eclipse. The last time I saw a partial eclipse was in the UK about 6 years ago. And I think the previous total eclipse was around 22 years ago!
Thank you so much, Ingrid!
I didn’t actually see the eclipse. The sun was too low and blocked by trees here. But I’ve seen photos from others.
Both times for me it was too cloudy to see it fully, but even the colour of the sky is remarkable!
Yes, I should have walked down to the river earlier in the morning that day.
I love, love, love this poem!!! As Ingrid noted, it’s exquisite.
Aww–thank you so much, Liz. This one came so easily!
Delightful!
Thank you so much!
So beautiful!
Thank you so much, Lucy!
Really beautiful, Merril! Thanks for sharing.
Thank you very much, Jill!
A jewel, in every respect.
It complements mine in a way, which also came to me very quickly. Of course I was already thinking about birds. (K)
Thank you so much!
Yes, yours, mine, and Jane’s are all sort of summer poems of light and birds.
It’s funny how sometimes, the Oracle poems come right away, and otherwise, it’s a struggle.
Always a surprise.
This,
“Together we soar into the beyond.”
and this,
“…I follow her through shadows
not remembering
before, only this timeless circling.”
I see them as a reminder to always remember the rewards.
Oh, interesting, Ken. Thank you!
Yes! We had a lot of the same images and words, including feather/petals and feather wasn’t even on my word list.
Oh, you’re right! And feather wasn’t in my word list either. 😀
I’d hate to think it was someone like google or WP hacking our thoughts…
No, though sometimes weird things do show up. . .
They’re watching, that’s for sure.
Yup.
So very beautifully, lyrically, done – from start to finish
Thank you very much, Derrick.
Merril, I loved this poem but these phrases really nailed it for me: “…And if I ask about purple storms and darkness, she only sings of golden rays, and if I ask about after, she murmurs of the dawn in rose-colored poetry, trailing a feathered sigh…” ❤
Thank you so much, Colleen! 💙
Yes, this is exquisite, Merril. I’m with the sun… best not focus on the dark and enjoy the light.
Thank you so much, Dale! Yes, I tend to be more of an optimist.
Well of COURSE you are!
Takes one to know one. 😀
Wow! This is poetry and music 🎶
Aww-thank you!
so poetic Merril, and I’m pleased this was written on my birthday. I love the Bèatrice –
Thank you, Susan. I’m pleased I was able to give you a birthday gift!
I’ve used that image several times. I love Redon.
Love this image: “The sun whispers, her hot-petaled head
sweating light.” Lovely poem 🙂
Thank you so much!🌞