What Was Lost, poem by Kerfe Roig (LOST AND FOUND Poetry and Prose Series)

Pleased to be a part of another great Silver Birch series–

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RoigWhat Was Lost
by Kerfe Roig

A taxi,
a wallet:
what was really lost?
No comfort
in this return. Forever
unfillable. Gone.

IMAGE:  Collage by Kerfe Roig.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: When I got into the back seat of a taxi several years ago, there was a wallet on the floor. I located the owner through the phone number of a friend that was inside. It was a somber face that met me when I went to her apartment building to return the lost property: she had been taking her dog to the vet for the last time.

Roig_portraitABOUT THE AUTHOR: Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new. You can follow her explorations on the blog she does with her friend Nina: methodtwomadness.wordpress.com. 

Self-portrait by Kerfe Roig. 

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taking a break

We have some life to attend to.  But we’ll return in a few weeks.  Enjoy spring! (it’s officially returning this week).

N. and K.

Chuck Berry 1926-2017

chuck berry s

Brown eyed handsome man:
the things you used to do.  That
Rock and Roll music.

Water Lilies Revisited

water lilies 1s m1

A few years ago I did a Sketchbook Project of haiku and grids based on Monet’s water lilies paintings.  So when I saw the dVerse prompt for work based on impressionism, I decided to revisit my obsession with Monet’s work.  The Magnetic Oracle was helpful in getting me started, and then I did one on my own.

water lilies 1s poem

You can see my complete “Water Lilies” digitized sketchbook here, and previous posts on the subject here, here, and here.

I think I will be staying with this for a little while again too.

Portents

portents wht s

The clouds are cold, still
heavy with winter.  Layers
reveal blue borders.

Earth holds its breath, forecasting.
Throw spring, uncautioned, to wind.

Colleen’s weekly tanka prompt words were clouds and spring, accompanied by the photo, above.  I also used most of the Secret Keeper’s prompt words from this week.

circle spring

(…and we will catch it, gladly.)

Postcard Fiction: Become a Traveler

how to become a traveler s

What to do between the silent secrets of stars?
Open the question at the crossroads of memory and your dreams.
Chase clouds of deep light.
Learn how to become a traveler in the unexplainable.
(in any order…)

Night_by_Edward_Burne-Jones_(1870)

For Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange Microfiction prompt, above.

Half a Haibun 5

I was delighted to be asked by Mek at 10000hoursleft to participate in her collaborative “Half a Haibun” series. She gamely agreed to me taking liberties with the form as well.

Her response is a wonderful combination of ideas and images that gives me new insight into my own words and art.

This is #5 in the series…be sure to click on the links to #1-4.

Thanks Mek! (and next time Nina has promised to join us)

Work in Progress

half a haibun 5 on the verge collaboration haibun with Kerfe RoigWe send shadows through the air.

We look to the sky for the whispers of birds.

Are we on the verge of remembering feathers?

a flight of fancy

serendipity’s green light

d n a in dance

fibonacci hearts beat one…

one, two- counting yellow bricks

Collage from junk mail and poetic prose by Kerfe RoigOn the Verge. Junk mail art by Kerfe Roig

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Creatures of the Wind

nina simone

I have two pieces of art and a poem inspired by the great Nina Simone and her song “Wild is the Wind” on Marianne Szlyk’s  musical blog “The song is…”  You can see them here, along with a fun essay by Bill Cushing on not driving.  Marianne has also included a link to the song, as well as a variety of other musical pleasures.

“The song is..” features a lot of interesting writing, art, and music, so take a look around while you’re there.

Landscape with curtain

The paper started out painted pink. I really like the effect of painting watercolor paper a solid acrylic color. It makes it a heavier weight. 

This one became a landscape. The curtains are from something else. 

A drawing from last week and the postcard it’s drawn from. I believe it’s ichiban. 

Map

at sea s

the map forms
a circle, rhythmic
labyrinth
synchronized
with the tides, the turning of
the moon in earth’s night

the passage
reflected as fire
on water,
as air, wind
beginning in clouds of stars–
an endless return

horizon

For Sue Vincent’s prompt this week, “Horizon”.