If I murmur, talk or sing
Guard the magic with this ring.
Hold the thought and come what may
Let the sacred children play.
Understand but don’t read through.
Spirit will enlighten you.
Then forgive and what we’ve done
May be forgiven. Life’s begun.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) with the word “murmur”. Because of the lines about forgiveness I am linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays. I don’t know what this poem means. It just murmured its way here.
Photos: “Icicles in the Sun”, above, and “More Icicles”, below, taken at noon on this relatively warm winter’s day.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
I love this poem, Frank (your knack for rhyme shines, always)…but my favorite line is in your explanation:
“It just murmured its way here.” (Isn’t that always so true, of poems?) 😉
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I agree!
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Thank you!
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They all seem to murmur there way to reality. Some I understand better than others. Thank you, De, and thanks for the prompt!
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That first photo required an adjustment of how I saw it – at first glance I thought I was looking at a vast landscape – then I realized it is a close-up. Well done!
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It was a relatively warm day and the side of the bushes facing the Sun had icicles. I felt lucky to have seen them because I could have missed the whole thing. Thank you, Jilly!
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Murmuring poems are the best kind, Frank! This one is magical… mystical.
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It does seem kind of magical or dreamlike. I am glad you liked it, Charley!
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I do!
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A lovely incantation
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Thank you! It is like an incantation.
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This is absolute perfection, Frank! I love “Then forgive and what we’ve done may be forgiven.”💖
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I liked that part the best. It was understandable. Thank you, Sanaa!
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Me too!!!
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Loved the rythm of the poem!And the beautiful icicles.
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Thank you, Danik! I was surprised to find those icicles when on my walk.
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Oh my gosh, this is so awesome!!! Maybe my favorite of the day.
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I’m glad you liked it, Larkin!
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It’s better not to know what you’re going to say next, just let it murmur out. I like the way it’s kind of sing-songy
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I put the meter in afterwards, but the original was somewhat sing-songy. Thanks, Walter!
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Well done!
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Forgiving and being forgiven begins life! I understand that! This is wonderful what you have murmured to us, whatever it may mean.
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I don’t really know what it means. The words just came and then my internal censor went over them and tried to fix the meter and make some sense out of it. Thanks, Mary!
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Good flow, good feel; good job with this prompt!
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Thank you!
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I like it. And that top photo is awesome!
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I’m glad you liked the photo. I got the idea of taking a picture of ice from Rebel Guy’s photos of ice. Thank you!
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First, the photos are amazing. As I was reading, I felt it might be the murmurs of the trees. The rings of the tree stand for the years of life on the earth, forgive mankind, perhaps for cutting so many down. Let the saplings play and grow and perhaps forgiveness will be found.
I might be way off, but that is how I read it.
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That makes sense. I like that interpretation. I am glad you liked the photos!
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Your poem, to me, speaks of magic. Here the last two lines speak of the greatest magic – forgiveness does bring new life. 🙂
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Forgiveness is the greatest magic that it happens at all. It is like letting freedom happen. Thank you, Imelda!
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True. One who forgives is freed from the burden of anger and all ugly thoughts that go with it.
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I love how I really sense the awakening of spring in words and images.
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The day was warmer than it has been lately and I could feel a sense of Spring as well. Thank you, Bjorn!
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A murmured spell, I think, Frank, full of magic and myth with the ‘sacred children’. I’m sure there’s a story in this.
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There must be one somewhere. Sometimes I wake and things make more sense after having slept on the idea. Thank you, Kim!
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Then life’s begun. Yes.
Yes.
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Life is the reward of forgiveness. Thank you, Amaya!
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This is like a circle dance. (K)
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It does seem like couplets dancing together in a circle. Thank you!
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This is like a lilting song..nicely done.
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It is like a song. Thank you, Kathy!
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Loved this Frank. I also think I am lucky when I spot things – to have missed something like you photographed would’ve been so sad!
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I almost missed those icicles. They were on only the south side of the shrubs facing the Sun. Thank you, Petru!
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I don’t think the “sense” of it as important as the feel of it, and it’s completely heartfelt. Beautiful.
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I like the feel of it. I wish I understood it better, but perhaps it is fine not to. Thank you!
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This is light but also profoundly spirit filled. Nice work Frank. The murmer knew what it was doing.
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I am glad you liked it, Paul! It did seem like a murmur of nonsense.
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Words of wisdom to a more fulfilling life.
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Thank you, Vivian! A worthy goal is a fulfilling life.
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You absolutely have a way with rhyme! And isn’t that the way with thoughts too? Sometimes they just murmur their way into our mind.
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I am glad you liked the rhyme and meter, Lillian! Thoughts pop and murmur to the surface of the mind.
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Frank, this is magnificent! I so empathize with not knowing what the poem means — that is often my own experience. To me, I sense that it is a song of love from your heart to you. Thank you for sharing it with all of us, and for #ForgivingFridays! Many blessings, Frank. (and happy Valentine’s Day)
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Happy Valentine’s Day, Debbie. I am glad you liked the poem!
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I like the last two lines very much, Frank.
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Thank you, Robbie! Those two lines made the most sense to me.
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Murmuring Winter HeART
February Dogwood FLoWeR
As mY Mother’s Heart lasts
With no Food or Drink LiVinG
8 days From: Last Valentine’s
Day.. ’till A Day After to:
Anniversary
oF OuR
Marriage…
Every Meaning
Purpose Holy
Sacred LoVE iEaT NoW ReaL
A DRinK oF LiFE wHo LiVES..:)
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I like the last line about the drink of life that lives. Thank you, Fred!
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i ate Tacos
Tonight
As
Cultural
FRuiTioN
Is Fun too..:)
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