In dreams, I flow timeless
We wanted to be sun-drunk,
lazy as rocks, measuring time in eons
bare skin, the scent of ripe peaches
in the air–
shadows urged tiny storms,
and after, and after
the sea still beating time,
the heart to land’s lungs
and we, not rocks,
dancing to the fiddler’s music,
falling when it stops.
My poem from the Oracle.
This is beautiful.
Thank you very much.
Mesmerising rhythm keeping participants upright by centrifugal force
Thank you, Derrick. Hope you’re not too dizzy. 🙂
I did think of whirling dervishes 🙂
This has an aching beauty. The light to my darkness. (K)
Thank you so much, Kerfe.
You had hints in moonlight, and I had the sun.
My immediate reaction upon reading this poem was to wonder whether the Oracle had gifted you a poem by Julia, the spy poet of Prosery fame. It really sounds like her voice.
Wow–Liz. That is so fascinating that you hear that. I love it! Thank you!💙
Well, since she lives somewhere in some part of the universe of my mind, I suppose it could be. And what the Oracle does is always a surprise.
You’re welcome, Merril!
I second Liz’s comment. There is a haunting element, an ache for an earlier time, perhaps, just when we all were younger and time seemed infinite. Lovely, Merril 🙂
Thank you very much, Marie. 😊
I suppose the Oracle sometimes knows how to tap what’s in our minds.
This is absolutely wonderful, Merril! Such a perfect collaboration this day! 🧡
Thank you very much, Dale! 💙
Sometimes, they just come.
They come beautifully!
What beautiful cadences, Merril! 🎻
Thank you, Ingrid! 😊
So very lovely!
Thank you so much!
Lovely poem!!! 🙂
Thank you very much! 😊