In blue-shadowed light
no men wake this tree, here haunted
with ghost-eyed decay, the ice holds all prisoners
as we wait for the dazzle, fever-fire
and green give eternity, and magic sails
from stars
a vast universe of flower-fish,
a velvet-voiced sea,
if becomes now, as yesterday becomes tomorrow
and after. . .ancient incandescent light,
time’s smoky smile, a laugh that echoes
through black holes
to fly on gulls’ wings
to float on robin song,
an embrace, a lodestar.
I’m watching the snow fall, but the Oracle gave me flower-fish and fever-fire (amongst other words), and I thought of this painting. She understands time and space, and she knows everything is connected. We’re singular and part of something larger. Meanwhile, the snow will melt, the daffodils will bloom, the daisies will giggle as bees brush their petals, and sunflowers will smile, even as leaves begin to turn red, again.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
I say this in a good way, our words and imagery bounce me around in time.
Thank you, Frank. 😀
Amazing write.
Thank you so much!
Welcome Merril!
Wisely penned dear
Thank you.
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good ❤️
Thanks.
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What a wonderful (and of course circular) series of images. And yes, the painting is a perfect fit. The ancient incandescent light shines in my message too. (K)
Thank you, Kerfe. It was strange how the Oracle tossed image-phrases to me today.
I just read yours and Jane’s–we all seem to have a similar message today.
Jane is right about the longing in all of them.
Yes, I agree.
Though I did not consult the Oracle, I think our muses were thinking along similar lines this weekend… I’d love to listen to ‘a velvet-voiced sea’ 😊
Thank you so much, Ingrid!
The muses perhaps consult. 😀
Oh, I imagine they do 😅
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Dear Merril , your writing is astounding! Such beautiful imagery, just lovely!
Thank you so much, Rene! 💙
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I love the “velvet-voiced sea.” I’ve never heard it described that way before.
Thank you very much, Liz.
The Oracle gave me some interesting phrases. 😀
You’re most welcome, Merril.
Our poems are so oddly alike, the same negative (no man/ no one), the music, the ship and longing for something beyond, for me it’s the water, for you it’s somewhere to be reached on birds’ wings.
Thank you. Yes, you’re right!
And I posted mine long before I saw yours. The Oracle knows! 😀
Of course she does 🙂
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Lovely poem, Merril. I hope you’re not getting hit too hard by the winter storm. Stay warm!
Thanks, Jill!
We didn’t get it as bad as the shore–maybe 6-8 inches?– but it’s cold and windy. Did you get hit by this storm?
We just had a dusting, but it was windy and cold here, too. I’m counting the days until spring!
I’m glad it wasn’t too bad for you!
I wonder if you were surprised that the Oracle gave you such joyful color on a snowy day.
Thank you, Marian. No, I know she loves color. I was surprised by the phrases she gave me that evoked images.
Very beautiful
Thank you very much, Derrick.
Sweet prose, Merril.
The Oracle never lets you down. Then again, you never disappoint the Oracle.
Black holes….if I may revert to my silly self, have a lot of my socks.
Thank you, Resa.
Yes, black holes are probably full of socks. 😀
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Much as I love your poem – which was beautiful, of course – I so enjoyed your footnote! We are always looking forward to giggling daisies!
Thank you so much! I don’t think anyone else commented on the note. 😀🌼 It seems to me that flowers have personalities. Tulips tend to be kind of haughty.
Proof I read the whole thing 😉
They do! And I agre 🙂
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*add an “e” to agree, please 😉
I did (in my head). 😏
So kind 😉
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Beautifully written poem…I also like what you have written at the end! Happy thoughts of spring soon to be!
Thank you so much, Linda! 😊