Secrets
In blue-chorded night, the moon murmurs secrets
so the earth is never lonely
as between friends,
the ancient words fall like petals
to take root
beneath snow blankets and on stony beaches
gulls gather them—dropping them with a laugh—
see the flowers growing amidst the rocks?
Now the storms bury and the mad men trample,
but the seeds are there,
think not only if, but when
the ghost-light of long-dead stars arrives
we feel the ache, hear the promise in infinite.
My poem from the Oracle–and this painting again seemed to fit.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
I almost used that painting and decided, no! I’ve used it so often lately! It was probably because you were borrowing it 🙂
You’re right, we use the same themes, but where I end coming down to earth, you soar into the stars.
I know I hesitated to use it again, but it just seemed like the right one.
I guess between us, we’ve covered everything! 😀
Ha ha! Yes! All of human experience is here 🙂
We’re good. 😀
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Words of endless possibility, Merril!
We are all feeling the storms. Once again I think my message falls between yours and Jane’s. I love the words falling like petals, and the seagulls. (K)
Another beautiful collaboration, Merril. So much hope and joy to be found.
Thank you very much. The Oracle definitely knows how to spark ideas. 🙂
That she does. It’s still in the back (tucked away pretty far) of my mind to one day try…
I think it’s hard to see all the words at first and come up with something, but if you just pick out some words or phrases, it’s easier.
That’s right… you don’t necessarily use ALL the words provided!
Hey… you’ve gotten me to try all sorts of forms of poetry so, it’s just a question of time!
And you can keep refreshing the words, too. 😊
I love this, both image and words. “…but the seeds are there…” ❤
Thank you so much, Robin! 💙
I love this simile in particular!
the ancient words fall like petals
to take root
beneath snow blankets and on stony beaches
Thank you so much, Liz! 💙
You’re welcome, Merril!
Well penned
Thank you.
Signs of hope for renewal to come
Thank you, Derrick.
What a great piece with a frightening end. Haha. I love this, Merril. 💗
Thank you very much, Lamittan—though I don’t understand why it’s frightening.
It’s beautiful, the discription and the imagery used. It’s only the ghost-like longdead stars that gave me the sweet creeps. Ghosts 👻 haha 😂 Beautifully penned anyway.
Thank you. 😀
I think it’s beautiful that we still see their light–like remembering a loved one who has died.
Yes. It brings back lost hope and fond memories of great times.
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Stunning, Merril!!!
The Oracle does have a thing for that painting, as do I now.
Thank goodness for seeds!
Thank you so much, Resa!
The Oracle is a big fan of Redon’s work. 😏