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Draw-a-Bird Day: Birdlings are Back

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The Motions of Molecules

Appearing
suddenly,
the patterns compose
themselves.  Shapes
of silence.  Supplicants to
the definitive.

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This will be my last post for awhile.  Continuing my nomadic lifeI will be moving uptown 10 blocks.

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The birdlings will be coming along.

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And I plan on being back for NaPoWriMo.  It’s just around the corner…

Night Visions (Moon Totem #2)

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the matrix of my dream emerges
from dark mirrors, casting outlines
of stories on particles
of air—constellated
points of glittered light
following the
movements of
inner
moons

A nonet for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday with synonyms for origin and write.

I did a bunch of these moon totems in 2017 and meant to do more, but the project got sidetracked by life.  I found this one in a drawer…I know the others are around somewhere.  Perhaps they are hiding with the birdlings, also missing since I moved.

 

daybreak

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I like that the Magnetic Oracle is finishing the year on a hopeful note.  And of course the words were perfect for an appearance of the birdlings.

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shine light
through these shadows

sing this storm into sun

beneath blue skies
let us dream
soaring
on a thousand seas
of wings

I’m taking a break until the New Year.  Nina is still pretty consumed by the new work situation, but may slip in a post or two before 2018.  But we both want to wish everyone a peaceful and happy holiday season.  See you in January!

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Fly Me to the Moon

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the textbook opens to page 13 (for Laura Nyro)

If you could
learn to be lucky–
if you could
hitch pathways
to stars–would the road go on
infinitely, light?

Bottoms fall
out and down with luck,
mirroring
in reverse
the patterns so recently
aligned in those stars.

Why not drink
of sweet blind dumb luck?
Tempt fate to
work its will?
Why not open the gates to
floods of temptation?

Floating boats
on darkened rivers,
out of hands
to lend—out
of sight the treasure map–
out of luck the tide.

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The birdlings are back…in this case, it’s serendipity.  “The Song Is…” blog has published several of my works inspired by Laura Nyro and Joni Mitchell (the Joni piece appeared here already).  The above poem appears on the blog with a different piece of artwork, but this one was also done for the Laura Nyro theme.

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And to prove how much I have always liked and used the shadorma form…also serendipitously for along the interstice and Shadorma November

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steal away

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

arise, fly–

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follow the soundings–

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radiant
gravities

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beyond paths already crossed–

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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?

 

Intersections

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Here are stars:
galaxied deceit,
time echoed
in jeweled
mirrors, images captured
perfect and untouched

Silver hands
with golden voices:
waves disguised
as dances,
unbeholden to any
partnering of song

Companions
chasing satellites:
unmingled,
unanchored,
held in light journeying far
from harbors unknown

Extreme star cluster bursts into life in new Hubble image

Credit: ESA/Hubble; NASA, ESA and the Hubble Heritage (STScI/AURA)-ESA/Hubble Collaboration

It’s draw-a-bird day once again, and since I haven’t drawn any birds recently, the birdlings are filling in.  Also I would say I’m killing several prompts with one stone, but no killing on this blog–birds, prompts, or otherwise.

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The dVerse Hubble Space prompt (see photo above) fits in nicely with Jane Dougherty’s day 7 Yeats quote from ‘To the Rose Upon the Rood of Time’

‘…stars, grown old

In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,

Sing in their high and lonely melody.’

and I’ve managed 3 more shadorma verses for the along the interstice November shadorma challenge too.

Happy Draw-a-Bird day!  But every day is a good day for thinking about birds, the cosmos, or poetry.

 

The Subject is Muses

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Play. With words.  Images.  From images. (and words).  Juxtaposition.  Borrowing.  The sound of silence.  The dancing of music and time.  Nonsense. (and sensibility).  Geometry.  Story, myth, oracle, dream.  Serendipity.  What is the question? (no answers, please).  Thank you.

Birds.

Sometimes in winter–
summer might as well be spring–
autumn in New York.

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dVerse wants to know the “why” of our poetic style.  In a haibun.

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Yes, the birdlings are back.

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Like Breathing

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Black is the color of creation.
The void is beginning.
Emptiness must be filled.
You can’t have something without nothing.

And how does that apply to imaginary beings?
Must there also be a counterpart that’s real?

Must every question have an answer and every answer a question?

Catch the words–
in context they become magic.
Recreate the patterns that create potential,
the map to being born.

A cloud is like breathing.
Breathing is like catching.
Catching is like stopping time.
Stopping time is like an earthquake.
An earthquake is like a heart beating fast.
A heart beating fast is like drumming.
Drumming is like dancing.
Dancing is like a bird.
A bird is like flowers.
Flowers are like a rainbow.
A rainbow is like a song.
A song is like the universe.
The universe is like a wheel.

The void is pregnant.

The journey is alive.

Do we get broken so we can be fixed?

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.

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I did promise the birdlings would return…

Talking Dream

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Really? Talking birds?
Me too!  Taking flight in seas
of evanescence…

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This is loosely a response to the Secret Keeper’s Haiku Review prompt for “How to Recount Your Dreams”.

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But mostly it’s an excuse to use the birdlings that appeared on my drawing table a few days ago.

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I have a feeling that they will be back…

I’ve also posted this on dVerse, open link night.

Several people have told me that my recent comments have ended up in their spam folder.  I find comments to us from other people in there as well.  Just one of the WordPress quirks–it pays to check it out every few days just in case.