Grateful

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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.

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For the dVerse prompt of blessings, a minute poem and junk mail collage for Mother Earth.

Florida

Sorry I’ve been missing. We took a few days off and went to see my cousins in Florida. 

We hit the Ringling Museum of Art and the Big Top Circus Museum. The art was mostly the old masters stuff. They need to work on their contemporary collection. 

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!

Shadows #5 and #22

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5
Angels are
not shadows.  Angels
are vessels,
complex fire
of holy return–lucent
keepers of to be.

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22
Dream shadows
into matter.  Breathe
awe into
emptiness,
growing large.  Embrace each cell,
illuminated.

Man caught in the light at the end of the tunnel

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.

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“Both light and shadow are the dance of love.”
–Rumi

Streaming

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streaming magnetic

clouded brain
which system opens your head
upload stars and create streams
of spacelight

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!

 

Self Portrait #20b (after Klee)

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Lune shining through me
like a galaxy
that flies

Wings I can not see
vibrate suddenly
surprise

Caught invisibly
beyond memory
tides rise

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.

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The poem uses the lai form, which I saw on dVerse in early June, but did not have time to attempt then.

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It’s a New Moon today…start something!

You can see all the self portraits so far here.

dusting and dancing

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Are fairies dusting
the air?  Lights glimmer, dancing
magic in reply.

Colleen is celebrating International Fairy Day (Saturday) with her word prompt this week.  Time to dance!

Threaded

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On its way
from crimson to blue,
violet bleeds
dusk–verses
threaded through the deep silence
of retreating skies.

Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, below, was the inspiration for my embroidered watercolor and poem.

The land and air have morphed into water I think….

My Dad

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. 

windows

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windows magnetic

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how far the wind sails
ghosts skying home
remembering a father
I hear voices
dancing
like
windows through time

Thinking of my father on Father’s Day.

Collage inspired by a Paul Klee drawing.

Conjuring

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Can today assume tomorrow? Time travels without a map, like branches reaching toward the sun.

staring into light
eyes enter mind, as presence
always becoming

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

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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.

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