After the storm–
ask if the sea recalls
how death-winds whipped the waves–
or if now, in moonwake, there is only light
watch as the luscious peach-pink glow
of tomorrow shines, yet hear the heartbeats
of time’s whispers, aching music,
the cries of love and loss
over and again
the stars sing, and wing their colored gleaming
streams, simple truths, obscured in dreams,
what was is here,
heart-held and blood-carried, ever-lasting, within.
My poem in collaboration with the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. Jane Dougherty used a Turner image the other day, and he also appeared in a novel I was reading. I wrote the poem first, but I’m pretty sure the Oracle was nudging me to include a Turner painting with it.
Thank you, Beth!
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Thank you very much!
Very similar messages, but as usual, mine is much more stripped down. The light is there, even if it’s hidden behind the clouds. Turner is just right. (K)
Thank you so much, Kerfe. Yes, we did all have similar messages this week. Perhaps the Oracle is reminding us about that–that the light is there, even if it’s hidden.
It’s a good message to have going into the new year.
Yes, you’re right.
Beautiful and intriguing imagery. The opening verse sets the stormy stage but like continues after the storm.
Thank you very much, Frank. I appreciate your comment!
The Turner is perfect for this! Kerfe is right, we all had similar messages, that path leading through dark to light, the wings and the coloured light. It’s a message for our times.
Thank you! Yes, I think you’re right.
I think it’s something I’m thinking a lot about right now.
We all should be.
Very beautiful, Merril, and a perfect pairing!
Thank you very much, Ingrid!
I love the first stanza in particular. It’s a profound question.
Thank you so much, Liz. I always appreciate your close readings.
You’re welcome, Merril. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed close readings of poetry until I became a part of the online writing community. It’s like the best part of college–only without the tuition or grades.
That’s wonderful, Liz. Yes, it’s much more fun without tuition and grades. 😀
Thank you, Jill!
Thank you so much, David!💙
Beautiful, Merril 💙
Thank you so much, Rene! 💙
Beautiful possibilities of peace following recurring storms
Thank you very much, Derrick.
Very sensual language.
Thank you! 😀
I’m awashed with the waves of Turner’s painting and the words of your poem. I don’t mind drowning in the brilliance.
Oh, that’s so kind! Thank you!
Hi Merril, I am pleased to have found your blog. I loved your poems in Colleen’s anthology.
Thank you so much! 😀
Adore the poem! It makes a lot of sense with the painting……
Yet, had I named the painting, it would be “Oblivion”!
Thank you very much, Resa.
Well, the poem came first, then the painting. . . but I don’t know that much about Turner (though I did enjoy that movie about him from a few years back).
I’ll have to check that out!
It was called Mr. Turner.