Archive | November 2016

Found Poem # 1

A wonderful surprise today from my friend Melba Christie who is one of the kindest women I know.

Melba Christie at Poemattic

The following is my first found poem where I have used words, phrases, lines or even stanzas from other works including my fellow poets on WordPress. Please see attributions. Hope you enjoy reading the Found Poems. I will appreciate your feedback.heart-setDedicated to my doctor

Listen to the gifts of your heart

There is a rhythm to life

Laughter and love heals all

So much to do, so little time

I trapped a moonbeam in a bottle

enjoyed my morning walks in the woods

Everything is fine

Pressed fall foliage in my journal

to test the power of time

What is this new hope I feel?

my heart beats strong again

Life is beautiful!

Live it well my friend.

Attributions:

https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/category/nina/

https://crowdbewitcher.wordpress.com

https://patcegan.wordpress.com/2016/11/04/my-moonbeam/

https://Theseeds4life.com

https://retireediary.wordpress.com/

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snowmelt

A beautiful haiku in anticipation of winter. Freya makes use of many channels to nurture this poetic form.
You can see my haiku contribution to the fall “leaf” series here: https://purehaiku.wordpress.com/2016/10/21/9-21-2/

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snowmelt refrozen
transparent scales of ice; the
lacework of winter
haiku © Freya Pickard 2016
This haiku is one of many included in my fantasy novel series, Isu Magan.
You can read more haiku, like this one in Book One Vintrig’s Kingdom which is available NOW!
You may also like to watch the videos I created for this release at Vintrig’s Kingdom and Freya Reads an Extract.
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Finger as paintbrush 

Just a quick sketch on my phone and the Art Set app. It’s not the deluxe version but kind of fun to fool around with. Started with the dark blue background and went from there. 

Lost Voices

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New York is cold (for Leonard Cohen)

Gone. What
traces sing now?
a voice leaving footprints
on fragments, in absence, ghost path
exhaled.

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Beware of Darkness (for Leon Russell)

Trace your voice, gone silent now. No words,
a path unforked,  a place untimed.
I’m singing this song, now, to
you.  Sounds falling alone,
sense without context.
Unentangled,
disappeared.
Weightless
breath.

It was a bad week.  When I did these paintings, it was with trepidation, as I hadn’t picked up a brush in quite awhile.  But it was easy to get lost in the doing and felt good.

The poems use the secret keeper’s prompts from October 17 (#59):  
GONE – SENSE – TRACE – VOICE – PATH
I’ve got folders containing a lot of the WordPress prompts from the past 2 months, although after the first 2 weeks I didn’t do much with them except write some poems, now in a folder marked “needs art”.  I’m working on it.

October/November 2016 Grid with some words from Gary Snyder

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Gratitude to Plants, the sun-facing light-changing leaf
and fine root-hairs; standing still through wind
and rain; their dance is in the flowing spiral grain
in our minds so be it.
–Gary Snyder, “Prayer for the Great Family”

I pledge allegiance to the soil
of Turtle Island,
and to the beings who thereon dwell
one ecosystem
in diversity
under the sun
with joyful interpenetration for all.
–Gary Snyder, “For All”

“I try to hold both history and wilderness in mind, that my poems may be the true measure of things and stand against the unbalance and ignorance of our times.”
–Gary Snyder

Two months have passed quickly.  Nina put together our exhibit, and she did a great job.  I have definitely missed the inspiration and support from everyone.  Not sure how quickly I can return to normal routine; we’ll see what happens.

From a seed redux 

Kerfe and I haven’t posted in a while and we decided that today would be a good day to return. My life has been topsy turvy since my husband had a stroke in August. 

Kerfe and I did a show a while back. It was an Art Walk in my town. We were pretty well received. I wound up falling in love with Kerfe’s piece “Black Barbie” and bought it. It’s the large collage in the center of the first picture. 

We have missed everyone and we hope to get back to regular posting. 

Straw Hat, poem by Kerfe Roig (ME, IN A HAT Poetry & Prose Series)

I have more to say about this image, and more images from this block. We’ll be back next week. Happy Thanksgiving from both of us!

Silver Birch Press

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Straw Hat
by Kerfe Roig

I don’t remember
why I bought it. A straw hat.
I painted myself
wearing it: young, jaunty, full
of optimism. Moving
on to other dreams
beyond, past the unrealized,
I lost that self. My
self in that moment, that hat,
in that portrait. Who I was.
And now I draw on
memory. An inexact
rendering of time,
the intersection of lines
reaching forward and then back.

IMAGE: “Straw Hat,” self-portrait by Kerfe Roig.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I’m working on 100 self-portraits inspired by other artists. This block print was based on a print by Vanessa Bell. When I saw her image, I immediately thought of the now-lost self-portrait I had painted in my twenties, a young woman in her straw hat. I tried to reproduce the feeling of it that remained in my mind, now wearing the hat on my present, much older…

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