Reverie
Be about, crisscross and widdershins
as fast as feet will take you—
as if you never had a mother tell you
not to run,
fly through purple clouds and every shadowed nook,
scream with joy,
or rage,
or sorrow–
but stop
to find a constellation
of flowers in a field. Watch
the diamond-sparkle of winter sky,
the luscious peach dawn of summer,
listen to the churr and whizz of life
around you,
the fiddle-string susurration
of time, the breath of trees. Exhale.
My poem from the Oracle.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Beautiful
Thank you, Beth!
Your message puts words and action into my longing–I love the joy in it. (K)
Thank you, Kerfe. This one almost wrote itself. The Oracle had definite thoughts.
Beautiful imagery
Thank you!
Delightful imagery and sounds
Thank you, Derrick!
Hi Merril, an excellent message for us put our frustrations in perspective and celebrate the good things in life.
Thank you, Robbie!
Your poem is a distillation of mine and Kerfe’s and goes that bit further, into hope and happiness. Thank you xx
You’re very welcome. This one almost wrote itself. The Oracle knew what she wanted to say. xx
She knows how we feel.
She does.
Wise words from the Oracle as ever, Merril!
Thank you very much, Ingrid!
Yes to taking in all the beauty around us and creating some where none can be found. Wonderful, Merril.
Thank you very much, Dale!
My pleasure, Merril!
An inspiring poem from the Oracle. I’ve always liked the word “reverie” for the way it suggests layers and depths.
Thank you, Liz!
You’re welcome, Merril!
Wonderful.. and exhilarating poem. Thank you M&O!
I’m all widdershins now.. luvin’ it!
Thank you, Resa! I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Love your writing!
Aww–thank you! 🥰
What a lovely way to urge one to appreciate the moment!
Thank you so much!
I love the sensory touches, with your twist on their descriptions.
Thank you very much!