The Oracle found a use for the rose photos I took yesterday
Though this wind scatters
the ruins of beauty
love is singing in the shadows.
We who cry will show you how
the darkness is shot through with light,
salt spray, the sweet scent of roses,
and the achingly blue above
fills with dreams,
sun-whispers drift like feathers.
Summer petals blow among the dead leaves
and running ditch water sings sea songs
when the moon swells.
Ask her your questions,
she will answer
in the tongue of the birds.
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A beautiful photo and poem, Jane. Love the imagery/personification of birds. Really great writing.🙏
Thank you, Suzette 🙂 I’m pleased you like it, just going with the flow of the wind and the word suggestions.
Yes, the gift of the muse is joy indeed when the words…just take their own wings in the poem…and fly!
Very true 🙂
😊👍
Singing beautifully. I can feel their scent in your words. And I can’t believe you still have roses in December.
I don’t know what the variety is, but they were planted by the mother of the old man who lived here before us. She died in the 1950s I think, so they’re pretty old. They only have a faint scent, but they flower literally all year round.
Just wonderful.
Oh, that last stanza! and your photo and words are the perfect companion to my painting from yesterday, which served as inspiration for me. (K)
Your sky and water are the background to the rose moon. Exactly!
Perfect.
Beautiful
Thank you 🙂
Most welcome
I love the last stanza – it’s brilliant!
Thank you! Often the last phrase comes out of the blue like this one. I’m pleased it worked 🙂
Ohhhh! I love this. Ask her your questions. . .
The Oracle definitely knows about our walks. That rose photo is gorgeous!
Thank you! It’s strange but last week I got the same page of words (with ‘ask’) crop up in two different word sets. Today the same page cropped up twice in the same set, with ‘ask’ (obviously). So I did 🙂
The roses never give up. They’re a variety that flowers 12 months of the year which is weird because the old varieties tend to flower once in early summer. It’s a gift.
I got listen in both sets today. So, that’s pretty much an order to do so. 😏 That is cool about the roses. It is quite a gift. We have some geraniums in a window box outside our kitchen door that are still blooming.
They were planted longer ago than anyone remembers. Some time before the war, probably.
I’m glad you have geraniums. We do too, outside the door under the porch.
I like that we both have them! 😀
They are the best pot plants, I think. Especially the brick red and salmon pink ones 🙂
beautiful verses.. specially the last 3 lines 🙂
Thank you 🙂 The last lines popped out of nowhere. Must have been inspired by the moon.
Great! The last three lines are closing the circle of the beauty and mystery the nature has.
Thank you. I’m pleased you thought so 🙂
🙂