If I Could
If I could, I’d play for you a moon-hummed lullaby,
the sound of rivers and moss green springing,
the tune of bee waltzes on white-bloomed clouds,
and you would hear the poetry of stars,
like flowers drifting from the sky–
not red-raged bursts,
or dolorous willow whispers, the anguished cries
of mourners left behind, and mother’s tears–instead
the wind would carry rose petals, petrichor,
and daffodil laughter, echoing as
each dawn awakened rosy-cheeked
with blue-eyed innocence
and birdsong would soar, never bullets.
I didn’t get a chance to post my poem from the Oracle yesterday, but I’ve revised it, and perhaps it’s more appropriate today on the first day of spring.
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Thank you very much!
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing, and enjoy the first Sunday in spring. xx Michael
Thank you so much, Michael! 🌸
This is a good wish. Stars, flowers, birds–those should always be the only songs we hear.
I remember that image from one of Jane’s prompts–I never did complete my art for it. (K)
Thank you so much, Kerfe. Yes, I agree.
I didn’t remember the image from Jane, but it was in my gallery.
I think the images are vivid in my mind because I did artwork for all of them.
That makes sense.
I like this one. So gentle and descriptive.
Thank you very much!
A heartfelt wish, and I hope it does come true, Merril 🌸
Thank you very much, Ingrid. I hope so, too. 🌻
I so love this wish!
Oh, thank you so much, Beth! 💙
This has a similar tone and form to the poem I wrote today. Gentler than the poem I wrote yesterday with the Oracle. Like you, I had two goes at it. The first one was more of a disjointed rant too.
Thank you. I agree it’s similar in tone to the poem you wrote today. I suppose the Oracle knows that despite everything going on, it’s still the start of spring.
She maybe wants us to keep things in perspective. Though the perspective is grim whichever way you look at it.
Definitely appropriate – “not red-raged bursts,
or dolorous willow whispers, the anguished cries
of mourners left behind, and mother’s tears–instead” is just one example of your beautifully crafted sets of lines
That is so very kind, Derrick. Thank you very much.
I don’t know how you revised the poem, but it is rich with images and colours of spring.
Amazing, Merril! Happy Spring!
Thank you so much, Resa.
Oh, I visited the Oracle early yesterday morning and got a ranting poem, then I came up with this one, and then just polished it a bit more this morning. Happy spring to you, too.
The painting is scrumptious. Who painted it?
Paul Cornoyer, Early Spring in Central Park, c.1910. Sorry, I forgot to caption it.
Happy Spring, Merril! 😀
Thank you!
Beautiful, Merril. Happy Spring!
Thank you, Jill!
I love your poem your heart and your beautiful poetry Merril!💖🌻🙏
Oh, that’s so very kind, Cindy! Thank you!💙💙
It’s a pleasure always! 💖🌻
Such pain and longing in this poem. If only we could . . .
Thank you, Liz, yes. . .
You’re welcome, Merril.
I’m taking the time to catch up. And oh my… what a beautiful first one to catch up on! This is just so filled with emotion.
Thank you so much, my friend! 💙
My pleasure, I assure you! 🧡
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