He dreams of rust-gowned trees aglow
in the rays of blood-rose sun,
as the bright blue sky turns violet,
he catches the change on his tongue
turning shadows to song.
Later, he’ll recall this light, this change, this song,
and if his daughter cries at wild, wind screams,
he’ll strum the notes and sing.
The Oracle always knows. This seems to be a companion piece to something I just wrote (not posted).
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Beautiful ekphrasis! Btw, who is the Oracle?
pax,
dora
Thank you very much, Dora. Oh. . .some of us refer to the Magnetic Poetry site https://magneticpoetry.com/pages/play-online as the Oracle. We consult her every Saturday. I sometimes consult her at other times, too. I wrote the poem, then matched the picture, but I think I had it at the back of mind.
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Your Oracle poems always seem to answer the questions of mine. And your imagery is very close to Jane’s. We must listen to those songs. (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe. Our poems always do seem related.
I like it so much. Really beautiful and shows every hardships of our fathers.
Thank you very much. I’m happy you think so.
mine pleasure.
Oh this was wonderful, Merril! I read it twice just because I loved the way it sounds like a song. Another beauty by you two!
Thank you so much, Dale!
I was pleased with how this came together, too.
I should hope so! It’s truly lovely. One of my favourites now 🙂
Thank you again! 😘
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You won’t be surprised to hear that I was thinking of this painting when I wrote my poem, but decided, for no reason at all, not to use it. Now I see why 🙂
There’s something jarring to me about how these two lines interact, Merril. (not a criticism!)
I’m not quite certain what you mean, but thank you for letting me know. 💙
well, the daughter is crying and the wind is screaming, and the “he” in the following line is strumming and singing… feels to me like the vibes of the two lines are different.
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David
Ohhhh, I see what you mean. No, I meant it as he remembered the song and sang it to comfort her, as a loving father would.
I guess the Oracle took a shortcut. 😏
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This is one of those poems that worked on me at an emotional level that I can’t put into words.
Oh, interesting, Liz. Thank you for letting me know. There is some emotional thing there for me, as well.
I do appreciate poetry that speaks to me but in a way I can’t explicate. It confirms the nature and value of poetry.
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I agree with Ben on those two lines. Well done, Merril.
Thank you very much, Jill!
Beautiful reflections on the colours
Thank you, Derrick.
This reminds me of the song ‘father and daughter’ by Paul Simon 😊
Very nice! 😀
Beautiful piece! I especially enjoy your play on words to bring it alive. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you very much!
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Beautiful!
Thank you!
I’m impressed with you and Oracle.
Then it turns into music!
Aww–thanks! 😊