How Would I Tell You?

Early morning light on the Delaware River. ©️Merril D. Smith, 2021

How would I tell you—
the beauty of the morning sky,
the bird-swept clouds, the hummed goodbye
of moon still high

there, my eyes
reflect the shine. To be or not,
is not my question–here I am, not angsty youth,
but rather longer in the tooth—

how would I explain,
how the colors fill me
with joy and light—
grey or bright, the taste, the sight
tawny gold, rose, and peach, the foamy white
of churning waves?
The winter river’s cool mint blue?
The delight

of it–me and you.

My thoughts—my mind’s eye–
how do I explain? There is no why—
only what is
the beauty of the sky, the light,
the birds in flight

winging, singing
star-breathed dreams, the colored streams
web-woven in my head, released someday to fly
in iridescent blues and greens—peacock-eyed—
around the sun, then seeded in the ground–

how would I tell you any of this–
thoughts, if not profound, yet unbound—the bliss.

This is the kind of stuff that goes through my head, so I guess it can be considered a soliloquy for Victoria’s prompt at dVerse.

64 thoughts on “How Would I Tell You?

  1. And a beautiful Soliloquy it is…it takes a deep thinking person to take in all that nature has to offer and express the emotions as you have. Woodford is mighty fine Kentucky Bourbon!

  2. Your poetic color palate lights up the corner of the pub, leaving poetic jelly beans along the trail so that we don’t lose our way.

  3. Merril,
    You carried me away on this poetic tide of colors and sounds and sensations. I loved “star-breathed dreams, the colored streams” — lovely magic of words wedded to your delightful voice.
    pax,
    dora

  4. Breathtakingly beautiful Merril ❤️ I especially loved

    “winging, singing
    star-breathed dreams, the colored streams
    web-woven in my head, released someday to fly
    in iridescent blues and greens—peacock-eyed—
    around the sun, then seeded in the ground–”

    Ahhh, I want what you’re having if those are your thoughts! ☺️

    • Thank you very much, Christine!💙
      It actually is much like how I think–on one level. My early morning walks are often awe-inspiring in a literal way to me. Of course, I also have other thoughts going on in my head at the same time. 😀

  5. Remarkable stuff. I love the mild artistic angst permeating through the verse, the struggle to make the connection between the mind and the ability to express it. Of course, your conclusion is considerably more positive than I originally expected, lending to a certain unknowable charm to it all. Wonderful bit of craft, wonderful to read, re-read, and certainly wonderful to comment upon.

  6. I feel your bliss as I read the words. Your daily dose with every stroll. The colors, the acceptance of the present, and the pondering of the what-afters. A lovely poem, Merril.

  7. “winging, singing
    star-breathed dreams, the colored streams
    web-woven in my head, released someday to fly
    in iridescent blues and greens—peacock-eyed—
    around the sun, then seeded in the ground–”

    Perhaps the most stunning stanza

  8. Thank you for the journey of your words. I enjoyed every step.
    This is the part that most spoke to me,
    “My thoughts—my mind’s eye–
    how do I explain? There is no why—
    only what is
    the beauty of the sky, the light,
    the birds in flight”
    Wonderful.

  9. “winging, singing
    star-breathed dreams, the colored streams
    web-woven in my head, released someday to fly
    in iridescent blues and greens—peacock-eyed—
    around the sun, then seeded in the ground–”

    Incredibly stunning imagery, Merrill!

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