Blue and blue and blue

I wrote a poem this morning, something that came to me shortly after I woke, and visited the Oracle a few hours later. What she gave me was the same decor, different interpretation. This is the Oracle’s poem.

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Languid nights of no moon

no wind among the peach trees

just dreams of

blue and blue and blue.

 

No red and purple sunsets,

spilt blood

across a tranquil landscape

of hilly waves,

 

but whispered music

from the roses,

rising in salt spray,

pearl pale, dull silver,

 

that hails the ship of sleep

to sail a sky

shot through with stars,

to carry us where diamonds grow.

 

 

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

13 thoughts on “Blue and blue and blue”

  1. Your poem is ethereally beautiful, Jane! Reading it feels like soaring above the sea engulfed by moonlight…
    « whispered music

    from the roses,

    rising in salt spray…»

    Magnificent!♥️

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