
The Recollection of Dreams
In the picture,
when the music dream-splashes color
and light,
like sea waves against rocks—
we hear storms and whispers
in the red and blue,
feel heartache and love–
and if you must see the sorrow,
also recall the luscious scent of rose gardens
the taste of honey on your lips, a kiss.
My poem from the Oracle. The tile said fiddle, but the image of this Redon painting was in my head, not Chagall.
Emotional and dreamy. I like the way the mood (for me) changed in the second verse … and ending with a kiss was a pleasant surprise.
Thank you very much, Frank. I’m so pleased you liked it!
I may have to work your closing into a Kiss beach walk (which is in draft mode).
I’m not sure what that means, but as long as you cite me. 😏
You inspired a thought!
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I read your poem before I looked at the picture. Your poem sent recognition waves into me – yes, that’s what dreaming is like. And when I wake up from a bad one (sad, disturbing) it takes a while to shake it off. The only thing that does is smelling the flowers spread in vases in my house, feeling a hug, giving a kiss. Your poem is right on, and it turns out, perfect match with the Redon painting.
Thank you very much, Pam. I’m pleased you felt such recognition and connection.💙
I love that last stanza, in particular.
Thank you very much, Liz!
You’re welcome, Merril!
We have similar messages–the reconciliation of the dark and light. Color and light light sea waves–just right. (K)
Yes, I suppose so. For once, I wasn’t out with the stars.
Oh! And now you have to read the Oracle’s message to me. The plot thickens.
What is it about this painting??
We’re haunted.
I think so!
Beautiful, ephemeral as any dream.
Thank you, Rene!
You’re so welcome!
I am glad the Oracle gave you this beautiful poem on the last day of April, so you were able to share it here!
That is so very kind, Ingrid. Thank you!💙
How incredibly lovely, Merril!
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David
Thank you so much, David! 💙
Heartache and love, indeed
Yes, thank you, Derrick.
Love this Merril!
You sure know your artists.
Here I go again… the people of Ukraine.
They are seeing and knowing the sorrow.
I believe part of their strength comes from remembering the roses and kisses.
Thank you Oracle and Merril!
Thank you very much, Resa. 🌻🌻💙💛
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Beautiful, Merril. I particularly love love last three lines. Such wisdom and beautifully expressed.
Thank you so much, Rowena! I appreciate your kind words!