Listen, Recall

Odilon Redon, Orpheus

In early morning hush,
the moon sings farewell,
gelid murmured notes
through white cat-paw clouds

if you listen, recall
light recalls time recalls light,
the ancient ships of night seas
ask when
ask what
you want
from the whispers and pulses
of mother music from earth and sky,

the fiddle, flute, and drums of
wind-beats and tree rustle,
the cardinal chirps and crow caws,
black on red on blue and green, every color
a promise, a warning
of what is and what was.

My poem from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle.

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37 thoughts on “Listen, Recall

  1. โ€˜every color
    a promise, a warning
    of what is and what was.โ€™

    All possibilities contained within those colours! And thank you for the mention, Merril ๐Ÿ˜Š

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  3. โ€œGelid murmured notesโ€ Loved that line. Your poem is dreamy. I feel as if Iโ€™m in a boat; lazily floating in a river. โ€œMerrily Merrily Merril, life is but a dream. ๐Ÿ’—

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