Trampoline

Down at the Jersey shore they used to have these inground trampoline places. My sister and I had never jumped on trampolines and we used to like going. I found a picture of me jumping with my sister in the foreground.

Here’s the photo probably taken by my father. We’ve been going through a lot of stuff and I continually find myself intrigued by old photos. I went through all my colored pencils and arranged them in color order in two containers; also sharpened them. Colored pencil on black paper is a fun way to draw.

Lake Champlain/Lake Rickabear

In 2001 we were invited up to a fellow singer in a group I was in (The Humdingers. We sang in nursing homes in Essex County, NJ). In a showoffy way I jumped off a dock into the water. I have never felt colder water and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Recently found a photo someone took of me in the water. I painted and repainted the face four times but couldn’t get the agonized look. Finally decided to cut out my face and paste it on. Ignore the double chin. I was a bit fatter then but the fat did nothing as far as providing insulation.

Strangely my friend texted me a painting I did a lot of years ago. I don’t even remember doing it. It was a lake in Kinnelon where we used to go and take the kids. I guess I like painting lakes!

To all beautiful WordPress friends, I hope you have a lovely Thanksgiving day.

steal away

steal away 1s

“Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.”
–W.B. Yeats

arise, fly–

steal away 2s

follow the soundings–

steal away 3s

radiant
gravities

steal away 4s

beyond paths already crossed–

steal away 5s

openings unkeyed

Going back to Jane Dougherty’s Day Thirteen of her Month with Yeats for this Shadoma November poem that also uses the Secret Keeper’s words as inspiration.  And more birdlings.

arise, fly–
follow the soundings–
radiant
gravities
beyond paths already crossed–
openings unkeyed

I’m also linking this to dVerse, poems about animal/human connections–don’t we all want to fly?

 

Do you hear me (now)

do you hear me 1s

These visions
like spiders preying–
memories
capturing
threads, trapped and tangled, wishes
magnified in glass

My response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt this week, above.

do you hear me 3s

And another shadorma for Shadorma November, sponsored by along the interstice.

Moonlight (after Edvard Munch)

moonlight s

‘The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,’ —W.B. Yeats

moonlight magnetic

I went to see the Edvard Munch show at the Met Breuer and I was really pleased to see “Moonlight”, which Jane Dougherty used for a prompt in 2016 (Jane’s prompts stay with me), and which I had done a collage and a poem for.  I could not get a good photo of the full painting because of all the people looking at it, but it has lots of dimension and subtle color changes that you can’t see in the online reproduction below.

File:Edvard Munch - Moonlight (1893).jpg

When I went back to look at my original collage, I had used a section of the painting only as inspiration…I remembered the large face.  And once again, the poem is not that different from the one the Magnetic Oracle gifted me with…there seems to be a pattern here.

moonlit shadows s

winding beneath the
tangles of neural pathways
I follow myself,
moonlit shadows reflecting
mirages deep, heavy, dark

I was also thinking about a question Crow at Words and Feathers asked in a recent poem:  what sound does a shadow make?  Since I’m always talking about shadows, I’m sure I’ll revisit the idea again.

The pounding
of blood the whisper
of shadow
the stillness
of reflected light—dreams sail
bare beneath dark moons

I reworked the original collage a few times, and I’m sure I’ll do the same for the one I did today…it needs to sit for awhile first, but I’m definitely not satisfied with it.  At least the Oracle is being cooperative with Shadorma November.

Crossroads

monster s

I’m pleased to be part of the MONSTER series at Pure Haiku.

Between sharpened teeth
in whirling water you ride–
impossible times

My art room

I took home the brown medical cabinet from my husband’s office yesterday. Got busy with the mess in my art room and cleaned it up (mostly). I am very pleased with the cabinet. It’s an quasi antique around 90 years old.

Holds a lot of stuff and much neater than the little shelf I had in there. Those are Davisbrotherlove’s graffiti paintings on top.

This corner isn’t too neat. Big pile of paintings that I have to go through at some point. I’m happy with the room. Now I need to do some painting!

What Grows Here? (part 2)

sacred skies s

“Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?”
–Yeats

Crown falls with
angels and stars, laughs,
becomes seeds–
now singing,
calling to earth’s children—Come!
Touch the sacred skies!

When I saw the quote from Day Sixteen of Jane Dougherty’s Month with Yeats, I was immediately reminded of a collage I had done for one of her poetry challenges from 2016.  I know the collage well because it is one of my favorites from all the work I’ve done.  I decided to do a poem and some artwork and then look back at the challenge and the poem I had written in response originally.

what grows here s

Interestingly, the original challenge from Jane consisted of the shadorma form, and that’s what I wrote today, as I’m participating in On the Interstice’s Shadorma November.  And it’s eerily similar to the poem I wrote today as well, and also works equally well with the Yeats quote.

What grows here?
the mystery of
opposites
combining
cells dividing reaching toward
the sky’s endless crown

I’m not going to speculate on the implications of it all…

sacred skies 2s

Here’s the original post, and a link also to Jane’s Poetry Challenge #17.

Also linking to dVerse open link night.

Beach I Ching 15

30 fire comp

#30  Li  Fire

Clarity–
illuminating
fire with fire–
transforming
intersections of endings–
beginning to rise

I was amazed to see that it’s been almost a year since my last Beach I Ching post.  I’ve been working on this one for awhile, though.  The symbol of fire has shown up a lot for me this year.  Li is a doubling of fire, reflecting its dual nature of creation and destruction.  This hexagram is also called Radiance, Clarity, Sun, Transformation–it has many manifestations.  The Chinese characters are also sometimes said to resemble a bird captured in a net.

firebird s

“Do not think at the moments when you see no light that there is no light at all.”
–Fritz Blok

“It is good to see what you have lost and mourn it, to let grief flow, like time.”
–Barrett

“Take what is important and let the rest go.”
–Karcher

Collage with painted bird, photo of objects collected on the beach, and another shadorma for Shadorma November.

You can see all the Beach I Ching posts here.

 

Beyond Years

faces comp 1

“With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones”
–Yeats

What remains.
Gone silent.  Unseen.
Raining still.
Dark, cold, hard.
Unchanting verses of stone
through fossilized eyes.

faces 2 comp

I’ve gone back to Day Three of Jane Dougherty’s Month with Yeats.  The references for the drawings were photos of medieval sculptured faces.

medieval face 2s

And a shadorma for Shadorma November.