Sad, Luscious Sea, and We
Away, after, about life
with whom or what–
the ship you wanted sailed
from pink-rain mist to
rusted seas that cry why.
You must recall the summer,
it still aches blue, even as storm-skies
become drunk on purple—
the power of light diminished
like fiddle notes streaming into space
or peach-petals that drift from boughs to ground
a short-lived dream in time,
the whispers of both when and if.
My poem from the Oracle. Almost all the words came from her today, and the first line is exactly the first words she gave me today. I decided to go with the poem she gave me without much revising. Then I went back to her for a consult for the title.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Nice play of misty light and colour of varying strengths. I can never tell with Redon who came first, if you or him.
Thank you, Derrick.
The words came first. 🙂
This just demonstrates your ability to select the right image
Thank you again! 🥰
This is a wonderful play on the colours of the skies and temperaments. Beautiful collaboration!
Thank you so much, Dale! 🙂
My pleasure!
Your poem evokes a sense of nostalgia and longing for a past that cannot be reclaimed.
Thank you so much. I appreciate your reading and comment. I think you’re right.
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Yes! I was thinking this too, Merril… nostalgia and longing indeed!
A lovely write 🙂
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David
Thank you so much, David! I’m so pleased.
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“the ship you wanted sailed”–there is so much between those words. Interestingly, I just used luscious in my comment to Jane. I think yours is, once again, a bridge between mine and Jane’s. And another beautiful Redon–the colors are very like those in my collage. (K)
Thank you so much. This poem came right away from her words. It’s interesting how that often works–our poems forming a set.
She weaves them in and out in her own way.
She does, even if we choose to ignore (at our own peril). 😉
This poem strikes me as very said. These are the lines that resonated most strongly with me:
the ship you wanted sailed
from pink-rain mist to
rusted seas that cry why.
Thank you, Liz.
There is a melancholy feel. Time moving on, the Earth being destroyed . . .
You’re welcome, Merril. Lately, more and more, I’m seeing poety and fiction expressing, anxiety, sadness, anger, and fear about the destruction of the Earth. I think it’s part of our current zeitgeist. And with good reason. Ugh.
I think you’re probably right.
The oracle served you well, Merril 😊
Thank you, Ingrid. 🙂
So much in this poem takes my breath away, but these here–“even as storm-skies
become drunk on purple” … Wow!
Thank you for this wonderful comment, Marie! It makes my day! 💙
Well, then, you just made my day 🙂
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You and the Oracle make a very good team 😉
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The Oracle…I should have known.
Is that a Redon painting?
Yes. Sorry, sometimes I forget to title the images. Redon, “La Voile grise.”
No worries! I’ve gotten to know his work from your blog. It is wonderful art.
Wonderful! Thanks!
Really enjoyed this beautiful poem ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you so much! ❤️