Our Lady is a fertile one
beneath the sun
she blooms complete
from head to feet.
She looks around her with delight
at every sight
at up and down
at verb and noun.
Her dreams have planted magic seeds
to meet all needs
in open hands
good luck will land.
Sorry I’ve been missing. We took a few days off and went to see my cousins in Florida.
The grounds consisted of 66 gorgeous acres where John Ringling lived. The Circus Museum was separate and really interesting. The main display was a huge 3800 square foot model of the 1919-1938 Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus by Howard C. Tibbals. This thing really blew my mind. I took a picture from above but you can’t really tell the scope of this.
I didn’t do any drawing. Sorry, Kerfe. It was really hot down here which is no excuse.
My cousin’s lovely and very pregnant wife wearing the Star Wars necklace I made her for the baby shower. All in all a very nice weekend!
not shadows. Angels
of holy return–lucent
keepers of to be.
into matter. Breathe
growing large. Embrace each cell,
My response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. I have been working on a series of shadow-themed shadorma poems (a form I really like and use a lot), and many of them would have served Sue’s photo well. They are still all in process, but these two may be closer to complete than most.
And in another bit of WordPress crosscurrenting, read Jennifer Knoblock’s wonderful poem “contemplation 9: you stumble”, posted yesterday.
I photographed my stitched paper/collage taped on the window, so the light would shine through the holes I made in the spiral. Below, how it looks without the sun behind it.
“Both light and shadow are the dance of love.”
which system opens your head
upload stars and create streams
I’m a bit late consulting the Oracle this week. I found this collage I did awhile ago, which for some reason reminds me of the televisions we had when I was a child, and the Oracle was insightful as to my brain at that point in life (or maybe even now…)
Can you tell my printer has been ill? It works for this poem, though, I think.
I know you’ve been missing Nina, she’s on a much needed vacation and will be back soon!
Lune shining through me
like a galaxy
Wings I can not see
This self-portrait uses the same Klee painting for a reference as my last one, but I have done it in collage, as I said I hope to do. I’ve taken more liberties this time as well. The round face reminded me of the moon, and that was my inspiration for my choice of collage papers.
The poem uses the lai form, which I saw on dVerse in early June, but did not have time to attempt then.
It’s a New Moon today…start something!
You can see all the self portraits so far here.
My Dad was a happy guy. Even in this picture taken shortly before his death, he never complained. He lost his wife, his house, his driver’s license and his mind but he was never angry (at least that he showed). Father’s Day used to include a big party up at Camp Veritans–my Dad ran the games. He was always a fun dad and was very encouraging of my art and music. I miss him.
Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads and to the moms who did double duty.
how far the wind sails
ghosts skying home
remembering a father
I hear voices
windows through time
Thinking of my father on Father’s Day.
Collage inspired by a Paul Klee drawing.
Can today assume tomorrow? Time travels without a map, like branches reaching toward the sun.
staring into light
eyes enter mind, as presence
Seeking the hour of forever, the question lingers: is it too late or too early?
with smoke and mirrors
the gaps confuse prediction–
nothing is revealed
This may or may not be a haibun, but it was composed for Colleen’s poetry challenge this week, once again incorporating prompt words from the Secret Keeper. I was also inspired by the wonderful tree and light artistry of Sue Vincent and Claudia McGill.