Above the Vortex
And now, time has headed for the horizon
through purple storm clouds, syncopated,
in search of new rhythms.
But this is it now, a marching cadence
led by the pluck of angry voices,
the drums of war–
somewhere, moon music floats
in a waltz,
and dreams of violins
rock me into what was, and what might be,
generations of mothers scream, “Stop!”
I look for pink on blue water, the sun parting
a heavy pewter curtain. The crows watch
as again and again, a fiddle plays notes that
rise in unmeasured beats, circling like gulls seeking
elusive fish–
love and yearning, a repeating coda in an infinite song.
Fragmented thoughts in my poem from the Oracle, who knows everything that is going on now.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Your collaboration captures so much of today’s angst and hope. Beautiful
Thank you so much!
Welcome!
This poem is so good, it needs to be in an anti-war anthology!!! It’s not fragmented at all.
Thank you so much, Liz. I love your enthusiasm! 💙
You’re welcome, Merril! This is one of those poems when I want to run into the street waving it above my head and yelling at strangers to read.
Oh my! Thank you so much again, Liz!
You’re welcome, Merril!
Nice poem. Always love looking at Chagall. Especially now!
Thank you very much!
This is so beautiful!
Thank you, Rene!
Merril, this is such a deep and thoughtful narration of what is going on in the world. Sacred. Heartbreaking. Chilling. Hopeful. Thank you for sharing it. 🙏
Thank you very much for your kind words, Steve. 💙
You are most welcome, Merril.
I take these lines as looking for hope:
“I look for pink on blue water, the sun parting
a heavy pewter curtain.” Such beautiful imagery, such devastating events.
Thank you so much, Marie. I do tend to look for those hopeful signs. 😉
We can never have enough hope. What would we be without it? ❤️
Yes, indeed, you’re right. ❤️
Hi Merril, this is beautiful and poignant in light of current events. My very good friend’s son is in the army in Israel.
Thank you so much, Robbie. I hope your friend’s son stays well.
Yes; the Oracle knows. This is a beautiful way of expressing it though. The gulls looking for elusive fish…
Thank you very much! 💙
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Oh Merril. These fragmented thoughts speak so much. It is neverending these damn wars that burst forth. Sending out much love to all those who have family over there. On both sides.
Thank you so much for your kind and thoughtful comment, Dale!
Always a pleasure, Merril
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A mournful, but beautiful melody, Merril.
Thank you, Ingrid.
Such an apt commentary in verse
Thank you very much, Derrick.
This poem moved me to tears. Every line of your poem pulls a heartstring. I love the line about looking for pink floating upon the blue water. Thank you for sharing this poem…
Thank you so much for your kind words, Linda! 💙