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
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.
What counts as riches?
money garnered from the labors
of others? A wall?
The breath of wings, air, trees, this
rhythmic ebb and flow, these tides
I couldn’t really get a feel for the Year of the Pig, except that it comes with the idea of wealth, which can be negative (greed) or positive (hard work). But I think we perhaps need to begin with a different idea of wealth.
see branches growing solid
in the rising light–
the cries of solitary
forms in motion–fleeting, dark
I’ve been drawing the branches outside my window when I wake up. Above is a grid of 9 of them. In the early morning light, the birds are like shadows that come and go.
Another poem about branches and birds, Tess Gallagher’s wonderful “Choices”, can be found here.
Happy Draw a Bird Day!
West Street Bridge, Paterson, N.J. From a Paterson photo posted somewhere.
Another drip painting. The colors and shapes never fail to lead me somewhere. In this case possibly a hot mess but fun nevertheless.
Woman with elephant. From a Gucci ad I saw somewhere.
Have a good week.
I went through an old sketchbook and reworked some stuff. I also have a brand spanking new set of Pelikan watercolors.
Perry. The weather here is rainy but the Nor’easter they were talking about. Be safe.
The moon sailing free–
hare pauses in the forest,
listening for light
Vita Brevis is once again sponsoring a haiku meet-and-greet. You can post your own haiku here, and then read all the other ones that have been submitted too.
The sky beneath the stars–
shadowed by the night,
divided by itself.
always pulled away,
divided by itself,
vast and gravitating.
Always pulled away–
completely boundless ancient
vast and gravitating
Completely boundless ancient
held by threads that sail–
tides of wing and air.
Held by threads that sail,
shadowed by the night,
tides of wing and air–
the sky beneath the stars.
This collage was done originally for a Sue Vincent Photo Prompt. I’ve posted the art again, with a new poem, in celebration of the publication of Marianne Szlyk’s book, “On the Other Side of the Window”, which uses it for the cover illustration.
I was delighted when Marianne asked if she could use one of my crow pieces for her book of poems. I know her from her wonderful blog of words, art, and music, “The song is…”, and was pleased also to be able to meet her at the New York Poetry Festival on Governor’s Island a few weeks ago.
Also linked to dVerse open link night , hosted by Lillian. And yes, yet another pantoum.
Biodiversity is unprofitable. Industry is profitable.
Old growth forests are unprofitable. Deforestation is profitable. Prairies are unprofitable. Pipelines are profitable. Clean water and air are unprofitable. Manufacturing, drilling, and mining are profitable. Public lands are unprofitable. Private property is profitable.
Healthcare is unprofitable. Illness is profitable. Truth is unprofitable. Lies are profitable.
Extinction is profitable.
a silent swift swoop
The spotted owl is one of the species that will likely lose habitat if the Endangered Species Act is gutted, as those pushing development over preservation, supported by many members of Congress, and the President and his cabinet members, wish to do. We have to find a way to live that doesn’t have greed and profit as its prime motives. We are not just destroying the individual ecosystems that are homes for endangered species; we are killing the delicate balance that keeps everything on Earth alive.
Celebrate Draw-A-Bird Day by asking your leaders to do something to save our planet, so we can have more birds, not less, and a better and richer life for all.
From a selfie my daughter sent while at the beach. I find the more I draw the better DUH! Trying to do something at least.
I totally stole this from a painting at my cousin’s house. All is fair in art.
Chiara, the dog next door. I’ve been keeping an eye out for her while some of the family is away.
Drawing of the mehndi I had on my arm. I kind of liked it. I understand tattoos a little better. Here’s Muffy’s design: