If I listen, lonely
in the long blanket of night—
the moon sings, murmuring secrets,
gathered deep in tree roots
to flow through green tendrils,
and flowering pink–
recalled by birds, and bee-danced along paths,
to the wind-rustled sea.
There, in after-breaths, the world walks on soft blue,
in harmony sky and water, for a moment,
sublime.
My poem from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
You know what? Your poem is once again like a condensation of what I wrote. The images are the same, but you pick them out and polish away all the surplus words. It’s lovely! Sublime even.
Thank you so much! 💙 We do have lot of the same images–and I went from the old Original to the new Original to the new Nature for tiles, so it’s funny we had so many of the same words.
It ought to be astonishing, but it isn’t 🙂
Sorry, I’ve not been on here since Saturday.
You’re right. It isn’t. 😀
I hope everything is OK.
Just the periodic, why am I bothering with this, kind of mood.
Oh. . .💙
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Thank you!
Thank you as well. Enjoy your weekend! xx Michael
Enjoy yours, too, Michael. 😀
😀 Thank you Merrild! xx
I love the idea of the moon singing. Beautiful, Merri. I hope your weather doesn’t get too nasty from Henri.
Thank you, Jill! I hope it doesn’t either. I know we’re supposed to get rain and thunderstorms.
The moon is certainly singing over Venice tonight! A lovely poem to read on such an evening 🌝
Aww–thank you, Ingrid! The moon over Venice is a poem in itself!
Beautiful Merril.
Huge Hugs
Thank so much, David. Hugs back to you.
Wonderful sounds conjured from such serenity
Thank you very much, Derrick.
I love your poetry of the sublime, in the best Romantic tradition.
Thank you very much, Liz! That is so very kind.
You’re most welcome, Merril!
Magnetic? You mean Magicetic?
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