Not a cadralor from the Oracle today. A short, sweet and to the point message.
Listening for the echoes
To stop this frantic race and soar
with the unthinking grace of a hawk,
to run where the stream runs, unquestioning of the end,
to board the ship, knowing there may be no return voyage,
is a wish that pulses in the too-human blood,
that surged with our first infant cry,
that falls in wind-whispers from every broad-leafed tree,
tongued in imperatives by the turning-season storms.
I would paint my path in bright colours and follow it,
had I the talent, but being no artist, I send my heart
in the wake of kingfisher and the white scut of deer,
and with my silence, listen for its distant echoes.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
What a wonderful painting! Its colors are the same as my collage–the Oracle is feeling the season.
And we have similar themes–human restlessness. Perhaps it comes with the change in season.
To run where the stream runs…what a beautiful thought. (K)
I’ve just been reading your poem and was struck by how similar our last stanzas are. I hadn’t noticed the colours, but you’re right, there’s more pale grey in the Marc than usual, and they are the colours you chose too.
The Oracle gave you a lovely message today. And I was looking at this painting the other day. 😀
Our poems have sort of the same message. I’m off to read Kerfe’s now.
It wasn’t the type of poem I was expecting but I’m happy with it. Off to read yours now 🙂
It’s a good type of surprise! 😀
🙂