The earth has its own song–lavish, extravagantly
saturated with rich hue—voices that fall gently,
multiplying as they emerge–seeds that spill, turning,
unseen, marinating in the music of to be
To watch to walk the day and hold the descant, breathing
following the wind in liquid sky awash, swimming
full and boundless, basking in the light of distant orbs
as the air chills, covers itself—radiant, waiting
The rubaiyat is the poetic form at dVerse for the month of February, and I expect to try at least one more.
The Oracle today was short and sweet.
wander into this sea-leaving
let the soul walk a spiral path
be the seed of moonlight
tendriled between secret vines
“We’re all working for the Pharaoh”–Richard Thompson
in motion through air–
sparks reflected on water–
turning into earth–
to the sky, do bones
connect flesh to elements,
felt, not heard–
like trees carrying cells that
nourish, then destroy—
change in direction,
coming up for
more—impossible to tell
what is or isn’t—
the night, withering
exposed by shadow?—what grows
wings, rises, takes flight?
This was a response to the challenge image above at The Ekphrastic Review. I immediately thought of 2 things: the world’s refugees attempting to reach safety by boat, and Richard Thompson’s song “Pharaoh”.
My poem wasn’t chosen, but it inspired a collage in the spirit of my thoughts if not exactly a match to my words. The winning poems posted on The Ekprastic Review can be found here.
And Richard Thompson…
clouds with furied
winds—far away you drive
distances, all bearings lost–
here alone, I wish for headwinds
to turn your wheels around—back to me
Colleen’s #tanka Tuesday words this week are meaning and passion. The winds have certainly been impassioned here of late.
Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope all your loved ones are on their way home.
A couple of dancers. The second one is my daughter who would only hold the pose for two seconds.
As with the Magnetic Poetry Oracle, you can have your own ideas, but in the end you need to follow where the word box leads.
Close your eyes and count–
out the window and
between the lines to beyond…
dream what’s inside…come to life
I arrive in the setting sun—mask of dusk
lifting and merging me into vapor, air
flowered and fearless, singing with agelessness
of birds that echo wordless wishes, on shores
of colored galaxies, swimming to the moon,
currents eddying me to the very core,
turning me into elements, atoms strewn
with fire, with earth, with oceans, with breath, the light
coming from everywhere, vortexed emotion
exposed and whirling in ecstatic surprise
halfway between particled and synthesized
A terza rima for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt above. I had quite a few false starts with this sonnet form. Loosening up the rhymes helped, but I think I also hadn’t found the right subject.
Sue’s photo in my mind did not really represent something literal, although a number of stories I’ve read in response did well with a literal interpretation. It felt good to get out my collage box after so long away from it and explore what I saw, and then try to find words that enlarged on that.
A couple of family portraits. This first one is me and my daughter.
Husband sat for me. I think this looks like him although a bit gaunt. I’m limited right now to drawing/colored pencil but last night at Staples found some skin tone drawing pens.
A couple of quick drawings.
A dream drawing.
And some magnetic poetry.
All in all a pretty productive weekend.
I’m a bit late to the Oracle today. She must be out there riding the wind…
ships of light
above heaving seas–
moon winds bare
that release time’s shadow storms
through a thousand doors
Outside the visible, the veil persists, a misted crown,
a canopy to shelter woodlands from both up and down–
the spirits dance their circles through the portals of the clouds,
beyond enclosure following the songs of the unknown.
With wings of color bearing light and magic on the air,
the alchemy of green and gold renews and then repairs
this ancient symbiosis moored to currents at its core
awakening new seeds, building a bridge from here to there.
The El Oro Parakeet is an endangered bird living in the Andes cloud forest of Southwestern Ecuador. Cloud forests are also endangered throughout the world. You can read about them here.
This is my first attempt at a rubaiyat poem, the featured form at dVerse for February. I could not make 13 syllables work, so I ended up with 14. I also fudged the rhymes a bit. I don’t usually write long lines, and that was what I found to be the biggest challenge for me.