The Oracle gave me a disjointed poem so I loaded more words, carried on and decided they were separate poems. When the fifth poem brought me back to the beginning again, I stopped. She always knows.
I soar into beauty
leave behind those
who have less than this
the heaving waves
that swallow those in the troughs.
It is a lie
the ache will not stop
music fill air cool with summer winds
blow the pain
into the great grinding wastes
out of sight.
The singing leaves a sticky taste
the too pink dress
glittering with too many diamonds.
Her mother should have stopped her
as if she would have been satisfied
with bird-feathered evenings
the honey-sun dripping into the purple horizon
her hair blowing in the soft wind.
colour of peaches and evening skies
becomes the red woman of my dreams
the one who watches for those
who fall among the trees
bare and hungry with winter
gathering their misery.
I am still me
though mists confuse the boundaries
and I must shout to be heard
my cry rings out
strong as the black rock
beaten by the swell spray
the heaving waves of the
19 thoughts on “Sea songs”
This is dream-story, fragments that connect.
It’s funny that we both had to work to get our poems today. And mine is a dream-story, too, though garden instead of sea. I had rocks at first, but cut that part, obviously because you used them. 🙂
Wow! I’ve just gone to your poem and I see a Redon I don’t know and it’s the red woman of my poem! Now I know what she did with the misery of all those tired and hungry people she gathered. You wrote it!
Oh my! I just re-read your poem. Yes! That is so wild. There they are under the tree in this timeless place of dreams.
If I didn’t believe the Oracle was part of the natural order, neither good nor bad, I’d find that really creepy.
It’s sort of amazing, but in a good way, I think.
Sometimes the Oracle really knocks me for six. How did she know about the red woman, and where was that Redon hiding all this time?
The Oracle know everything!
I think Wikimedia just keeps adding things–or maybe the Oracle is doing it. I searched for Redon and trees and found this one.
I’m tempted to have a look on wikimedia and see if she lets me find it too.
That would be very interesting if she didn’t!
I did find it, by looking for Redon’s trees, but it isn’t in the general catalogue. You had a special gift 🙂
Oh, so interesting!
I just had a feeling that he must have painted a tree that I’d want to use. Isn’t that funny?
It is. And completely predictable too 🙂
I had a vivid dream last night that completely disappeared when I woke up. But I think this has the essence of it–it seems so familiar. Like an echo of those lost images. (K)
That’s strange. I’ve just read your poem and it’s vivid to me too. It’s so like walks that I make. The Oracle has a web that links everything together.
She does. We shouldn’t be surprised.
I find it reassuring actually.
The Oracle’s poems are often otherworldly.