Emergence haiku up at Pure Haiku

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My second Emergence haiku has been posted today at Pure Haiku.  Thanks, as always, to Freya Pickard for supporting my work and the haiku form.

You can read it here.

Boots

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I trace the contours
over and over as if
it would refill them

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For NaPoWriMo Day 18, an elegy.

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Alterations

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I am following a voiceless sound,
a heaven-circling gravity
larger than the known,
a floating moon-blown body
invisibly dense

I am weighed down
by its absence

My phantom limbs grasp
at the tide-looped nothing
that pulls me into its wake,
that surrounds me
with unsheltering, refusing
my exhausted tear-culled pleas

I cannot move and yet
the journey continues

I cannot sing and yet
my mind is full
of dust-tongued chords

I shed my skin,
leave my bones behind

I am going
absolutely nowhere

fast and endlessly
eclipsed by a juncture
of dark-vowelled circumstances

without limits

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I’m not sure this follows the NaPoWriMo prompt to assume an unusual point of view, but it does contain hyphenated words from Dylan Thomas, which is the dVerse Poetics prompt from Laura Bloomsbury.

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Lucky 5-7-5

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dealing out the cards–fate
drawn like caution thrown to wind–
wild, blind–flying free

I really tried to do a list poem for the NaPoWriMo prompt.  I like the idea.  But after several hours, this is the result.

Two Portraits

I do a lot of self portraits not out of vanity but because I can sit in front of a mirror and have myself as a subject. My daughter immediately knew this was me.

Kerfe’s collage on top and mine on the bottom.

Portrait of my dad from an old photo. I usually catch something of him and have done a few drawings of him.

The black paper continues to fascinate me. Skin tones can be different layers of color. Actually everything can be layered. You do need to always keep a very sharp point which enables many textures.

Ishtar

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What is revealed
between
the mysterious symbols
of naked dreams?

Edges
walking on air

Small wonders
formed
of transparent
whispers

The perfect vanishing point

NaPoWriMo wants a narrative today.  This is about as close as I can get (which is pretty far away).  Words courtesy of the collage box Oracle.

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Ishtar is one of those love/war/fertility/justice goddesses…an expression of duality and conflicting desires.  But she is definitely about women’s empowerment.

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And she managed to visit the Underworld and get back to the upper world again–with a little help and by sacrificing her husband (in some versions of the story justified, in some not so much)–so is also a goddess of the between, the transitional.

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And of course she also has associations with the moon and the stars and creatures with wings.

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Weekend Sketching 4/15/19

I did this as separate little vignettes. Then when I looked at it I realized it was a composition, more or less.

That’s my sister sitting under a palm tree from a ceramic cup I made her years ago.

Dragonflies from an object of my mother’s. We used to call them darning needles.

Simple shapes that turned into a bear.

SUV parked across the street. I wasn’t done with the drawing and the car was parked there again the next day.

Trees in the rear of my view out the window.

I slept through a huge storm last night. There was a dogfight here over food and Birdy was being held in the jaws of a pit bull. His ear and face were cut. It made for a stressful Sunday. Now there’s a standoff and we will need to keep the dogs apart. I am looking forward to seeing Kerfe this week!

containment

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For what shines after all
through the dust in the air?
an opening, a clue, a wall—

what do we see or recall
through the threads made bare?
for what shines after all,

glittering amidst free and fall?
an answer within now and here?
or an opening, silent—a wall,

a shadow, the wind, a spell?
the hand that holds all we can bear?
for what shines after all–
an opening, a touch—or a wall?

For the NaPoWriMo prompt, a villanelle with homonyms.  Also linking to the dVerse (slant rhyme) villanelles for April.

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the secrets of magic

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Who better than the Oracle to consult about today’s NaPoWriMo prompt –life in this mysterious world?

Why are our hearts
dancing the blue dark

fooled by the lost voices
haunting the holes
in the night sky?

We should be sailing
on the rhythm of star oceans

openings surrounded by
the secrets of magic clouds

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Evasions

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What we can’t find
shifts and relocates–
a destination uncontained

by any place, by any time–
(turn around, it disintegrates)–
what we can’t find

is a chord that won’t be captured or sustained,
a rhythmic dance that evaporates,
a destination uncontained

by what is annexed or confined–
(on every verge it hesitates)–
what we can’t find

is an empty signpost, uninscribed–
pointing out and over there, it dislocates
each destination.  Uncontained,

incomplete, and undefined,
 each choice continues and awaits
what we can’t find–
a destination, uncontained.

Another villanelle, for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  Grace at dVerse talked about slant rhyme this week, and I’ve incorporated some ones that lean pretty far in my poem.  I still find this form difficult, and this one needs some revision, especially in the flow.

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Off prompt for NaPoWriMo Day12.

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