The Oracle trying to keep things in perspective. And pushing that sausage.
I’ve just seen the photos for Paul Brookes’ cloud challenge, and this poem seems to fit. You can see the images here.
A pause in the tempest
Blue immensity,
this wind-driven change,
this turning into the cold,
we must pass through,
almost a dream, sea-deep,
not death not sleep.
We follow in the seals’ wake,
their rolling, tunnelling
passage, to the place
where the whispering of the sun
is the language of the moon,
the tongue of the planet.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Eye sea what you did there 💜
xxx
I love how the images tumble to that ending.
No sausages (thank you!), but I kept getting death. Our poems go together. And it’s funny, but I saw a different image Paul posted on Twitter that fit my poem. 🙂
I refuse to use ‘sausage’, but seal more or less fitted. I always get ‘death’ too. You could borrow a few sausages though. I can’t use them all 🙂
I’ll pass on the sausages. 😏
All of ours are very cosmic. Getting beyond ourselves–“not death not sleep”. Exactly. (K)
Yes, your poem takes us beyond all that, beyond where it’s even a question.
Perhaps that’s the only place to be sane right now.
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Oh, this is beautiful and vibrant, Jane!
❤
David
Thank you, David xxx