Dream Whispers
After the storm,
scents swim through
the sparkling air,
ignored on rocks, suffuses skin,
the golden apples of the sun, fragrant
in the blueberry sky,
all in harmony, but for
a thousand tiny ifs–
yet, ask,
then ask again
for dawn’s pink light
the flow of honeyed, peach-fuzzed air,
the garden of delights where azure horses dream.
My message from the Oracle. She knows what fascinates me.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
This was delicious, all the way through! (And it’s funny, I am reading “Perfume”…)
I’m happy you enjoyed it.
The Oracle knows all! 😊
I did. And she does! 🙂
I have yet to produce anything, though I take a look-see every now and again…
Thank you again!
It is a strange to first look at all those words. I didn’t know what to do with them for a while. Try just picking out some words, and moving them to the side or writing them in a Word doc. It’s not so overwhelming that way.
I have made some strides, then quit. I will. You’ll see. One day!
If you want to, you will. 😊
You know it.
I think we would all welcome that garden.
Yours is much more optimistic than mine. I have the before and you have the after (but it’s flowing backwards, from you towards me). The mist is still hanging low here, but they predicted clarity later….(K)
Thank you. Yes, a garden and blue horse.
I had ache, but I didn’t use it this time. 🙂
The mist cleared up here after the sun came up because it is so windy. The wind is really howling!
Perhaps your wind will arrive tomorrow. We had another chilly grey day.
No, we had the wind! Though I think we’re getting it again today (Sunday).
a lovely message –
Thank you, Beth!
Wait, was every word from the magnets?
❤
David
No, David. You should know by now that’s not how I do it. 😏 I just take some words–after, storm, rocks, blue, harmony, subbed scents for smell, etc. The Oracle and I are old acquaintances.
Thank goodness for my ego, Merril! (I was just making sure!)
This poem is fantastic!
❤
David
Thank you so much, David! 💙
I started with “But, ask, then ask again for dawn’s pink light. . . ” Then I went wrote the stanzas before that one, and changed but to yet, since I already used but, and blue horses became azure because I had used blueberry, and I thought the z went along with s sounds and fuzzed. TMI? 😂
not at all ~ I eat up these sorts of tidbits! 😀
Oh good. Thank you again! 😊
Oh, blue horses are the stuff of magic, or in this case the Oracle and you.
The art is bold, colorful and pleasant.
Your poem is colourful and redolent. Wonderful, Merril.
Thank you very much, Resa.
I’m a big fan of Marc’s blue horses (and other animals).
🦕 Could not find a blue horse emoji. Emojis are under stocked. However, there is a blue dinosaur. 🦕
Thank you! 😂
These are the lines that most resonate with me:
all in harmony, but for
a thousand tiny ifs–
Thank you very much, Liz.
I think for me, as well.
You’re welcome, Merril.
This is delightful, and so soothing to read, Merril!
Thank you, Ingrid!
It was so enlightening, especially knowing that your poems come before their pictures, to see you comments about the process.
Thank you very much, Derrick. I’m pleased you enjoyed reading that. I did add the horses after the picture, but they were on my mind, too, as the day before I had heard a story on the radio about trying to determine when people first rode horses. 🙂
Beautiful fantastical images, “
honeyed, peach-fuzzed air,
the garden of delights where azure horses dream”. Magical and amazing writing dear Merril.
Aww–thank you so much, dear Rene! 💙
Welcome 🌻
Loving this beautiful and searching piece and especially its touch on the ‘blueberry sky.’ Lovely!
Thank you very much! 🥰
This poem is (literally) delicious! “Honeyed, peach-fuzzed air”: ah, tender Spring. It’ll be gone too soon down here, replaced with the heavy, bearded air of summer 😉
Thank you very much, Marie!
I’m afraid we’ll get a spring blizzard, followed by tornados and then months of extreme heat! Anything seems possible.
Oh, truly, nothing good feels possible with climate change 😦
😢