Aboard the Time Ship, Still Sailing
Am I mad to think
I could stop time,
as crushed rose petals linger
honey-sweet in the night,
if I breathe the scent,
I remember—not mad—
I hear the whispers, a dream-ache
from the stars,
the after-light of tomorrow,
the past glimpsed today,
we together, us
with summer still within,
a song of peach and lemon,
the drumbeat of waves—
not yet and always, ebb and flow.
My message from the Oracle. I suppose I am thinking of the passage of time. The Oracle always knows—today is my older child’s birthday. Our younger child’s birthday was earlier in the week. My husband’s birthday is coming up. A lot of birthdays over the years.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
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Thank you again!
Congratulations to the honored child. A beautiful poem which wonderfully meets the painting. Have a nice weekend, Merril! xx Michael
Thank you so much, Michael. I hope you have a wonderful weekend, too! 💙
Time has a way a flying by. Yes, the Time Ship, Still Sailing. Birthdays have a way of causing us to reflex, do you agree? Happy Birthday to your oldest and belated wishes to your youngest. Well done, Merril.
Thank you so much, Frank!
Dream-ache, loved this
Thank you very much, Rene! 💙
A pleasure! 💙
Oceans and time for me as well. I remember my younger daughter’s birthday is the same as your younger child. It all goes by so fast…(K)
There were a lot of similarities between ours.
A belated happy birthday to your daughter!
We are celebrating it tomorrow with her sister. She requested a clown ice cream cake from Baskin-Robbins–my mother always used to get them for the girls on their birthdays and so we remember their grandmother too.
Oh, that’s lovely! 💙
February is your busy birthday month! And you… not part of the “clique” 😉 This is lovely. Summer in our memories but, before we know it, will be back there, creating new ones; as we are now in winter. Time, we notice it more with events to mark it.
Thank you so much, Dale.
Part of the “clique” by association. 😊
Well, of course you are! But you know what I mean… Then again, this means you get to stand out now and again 😉
Yes, exactly. 😏
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Ahhh, a lovely poem to dream on. Poetry actually does stop time.
Thank you so much, Liz! 😊
You’re welcome, Merril!
Beautifully penned. “the after-light of tomorrow,
the past glimpsed today,” required, and rewarded, repeated reading
Thank you so much, Derrick, that is very kind. 💙
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‘a song of peach and lemon’ – how delightfully evocative of summer, Merril!
Thank you, Ingrid! 😊
Happy Birthday to your girls!
This is a beautiful poem. Thank you!
Thank you very much, Resa! 💙
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