Contemplation
In autumn
music swirls violet in the gloaming,
the sound of leaf-rustle and shadowed things,
a fretting moon, rising between bare boughs
watching, lonely,
waiting for the sky-blossom of stars
to murmur
we are here
and I wonder if
on other planets, other worlds
tiny beings, like us dream
or could love our blue and green,
the stained-glass glow of light through trees,
the pull of tides, or feel
the slowing spinning of days and
the rush of years,
the joy in seeing the first daffodil.
My poem from the Oracle. She also got me confused with Jane and gave me “eat sausage with,” which I ignored.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Luminous words to match the luminous painting. It is definitely something to contemplate. That last stanza is especially wonderful. We both have the moon (again) (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe.
I’m so pleased you like the last stanza. The Oracle gave me the colors and light and sent me off to write.
I kept getting the moon.
I found this painting while browsing, but the artist seems to have several with this luminous feel.
It’s a good find.
It’s fun to browse and find things like this.
I know–you can really get lost.
This is wonderful! You made me think about your poems and my beach walks essays. Probably most of them are contemplations.
Thank you so much, Frank!
Yes, we both like to ponder while we walk. This one though came while sitting–though I did get up to see the sun rise. 🙂
glad you ignored the sausage and created this beautiful poem
Thank you very much, Beth! 💙
I think ignoring sausages in general is probably a wise move. 😏
Your walks seem to yield alternating tension and harmony, but always contemplation like here: “or feel
the slowing spinning of days and
the rush of years. . .”
Thank you, Marian, for your thoughtful comment.
No walk involved in the composing of this poem, but the effects linger. 😏
This is so lovely! All the way through. The music and
a fretting moon, rising between bare boughs
watching, lonely,
waiting for the sky-blossom of stars
to murmur
we are here
The painting is perfect. And I am so glad you ignored the sausage. I think it’s her idea of a joke.
Thank you!
I’m pleased with this one, too, and the painting.
I like the idea of an Oracle with a sense of humor. 🙂
It’s so peaceful. I think Nordic art often is.
It makes her more human 🙂
It is peaceful.
The artist was Austrian. I don’t think that’s Nordic, but it does have that feeling.
No, not Nordic. And some of the Russian painters have the same effect too, so I’m really talking nonsense 🙂
Well, thank you anyway. 🤣
🙂
That’s an interesting question, Merril! And how would we feel if we visited their planets?
I’ve read this twice, while listening to “Geistervarationen”, Robert Schumann’s last work.
It’s a perfect pairing.
You and the Oracle create the world, then ask the question.
Schumann seems to create beauty, then follow it with questions, a seeming disorganization of the music.
Thank you!
Thank you so much, Resa. I just listened to the music. It’s beautiful and poignant. Thankfully though, I don’t think I will sink into the madness that consumed him.
Agree, the music is special!
He sank into madness. You are not mad. You are consumed by a wonderful positive creativity.
Thank you. ❤️
Contemplative indeed Merril – so lovely. Can contemplation pulsate? Yes it can – your finger is on the pulse.
Thank you so much, Susan!
My pleasure Merril 🌺
Mesmeric reflections of sights, sounds, and thoughts
Thank you very much, Derrick.
Lovely contemplation. Love putting images and poems together too. This works really well 👍
Thank you very much, Derek! 😊
Lovely!!! Happy Thanksgiving!
Thank you, Linda! Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!
I liked this from my other blog self…lol!
Anyway, if I didn’t send you this, I do now. https://www.sheridancollege.ca/newsroom/articles/arts-design/sheridan-graduate-sews-to-save-environment
If I did …Pardon!
That is fabulous, Resa! Congratulations and thank you for sharing! 💙💙
Thank you for reading! 💙💙
You’re welcome! 💙💙
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