Explanations
How to explain
the perfect prism of a day,
replication sustained in mirrored patterns,
a chimera of shapes and hues
wind-surfed from another realm,
the gift of dreams, that mind-sea space,
or collisions of electric light,
like glittering jewels
on the diadem circling our world,
a tilted laurel wreath,
self-contained but fragile
as an egg of robin blue—
flawless moments treasured
but rare, impossible to catch or hold–
tossed rings from a moving carousel.
For Paul Brookes’ Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. You can see the artworks and read the poems here.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
This is wonderful. I love the whole poem, I especially love the second stanza. I also like the shape of the poem.
Thank you so much!
This has been a fun challenge.
I didn’t notice the shape, but I’m pleased you liked it.
“wind-surfed from another realm”–I love that. Perhaps that’s how our dreams arrive. (K)
Thank you!
It feels that way sometimes, doesn’t it
Got you at ‘prism’.
‘a chimera of shapes and hues’
I love the sound of that line. We had the same tone to our poems, the simplicity of the obvious that we don’t see. Too busy looking for the extravagant.
Thank you!
Our poems definitely had a similar tone and titles/
Surprise 🙂
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I love how imagery creates some stark and vivid moments throughout the stanzas of this poem! ❤
Thank you so much! That’s lovely!
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you, Paul!
I love the first two lines in particular. Then the poem goes on to answer the question. You don’t explain the perfect prisim of a day; you experience it.
Thank you, Liz!
I so appreciate your close reading and thoughtful comments. I hadn’t even thought of it that way!
You’re welcome, Merril!
Such rich images in my mind as I read, even before looking at the artworks. Thank you.
Thank you so much!
My pleasure!
A beautifully written advocacy of accepting what is without striving for explanations
Thank you very much, Derrick.
I have to agree with Liz, who perfectly put into words that feeling. Lovely poem, Merril.
Thank you very much, Dale! 💙
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