When Nina posted her July landscape, below, she talked about possibly meeting with the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. I loved her painting so much I did a collage response, and met with the Oracle myself for some poetic commentary, using Colleen’s poetry prompts for this week as well.
growing quiet beneath cloud
ancient path walks with windsong
wandering through rooted air
We have done a number of these collaborations in the past, but not recently. I love especially Nina’s landscapes, which always give me a lot of fertile ground for collage.
It’s Saturday! The Oracle is ready and waiting.
Table in the sun
still holding its vacancy—
the cat is not there.
Rose of Sharon flowering
through light of summer’s return.
Lillian at dVerse proposed we take a photo through one of our windows and respond in poetry. The words I’ve read have been really evocative, and of course, there’s the chance to look into another’s intimate space.
This was taken from my kitchen. For most of the time I’ve lived here, I would look out and see my neighbor’s cats, who spent many of their days lounging in what passes for my back yard, often on this table. We got to know each other well, and I still look for them, even though all of them are gone now.
Her current cats prefer to stay indoors.
and eyes refuse sight.
can be posed,
nor answers given. Light is
erased. Dust and blood.
The news we see now is overwhelmed with US–our own politics are so chaotic and overwhelming that what is going on in the rest of the world seems almost to have disappeared. This Headline Haiku was done by me months ago, from what seems to have been a different lifetime of everyday concerns and headlines.
But people are still dying in, and fleeing from, Syria. And the world still seems paralyzed in response.
My two previously posted Headline Haikus about Syria are currently appearing in the exhibit “We the People: Political Art in an Age of Discord” at the Barrett Art Center, in Poughkeepsie, NY. All the work in the show is posted online here; Trump is definitely there, but not always front and center.
Out of sight
eyes and ears closing
out of mind
desperate lost abandoned
Is this will divine?
Politics is local, but we are connected in humanity and survival with all the peoples of the world. We should not forget that.