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Draw a Bird: Peacock

As usual I saw Kerfe’s post and remembered Draw a Bird. Seeing many low swooping hawks in the area. Majestic creatures, birds.

on the possibility of seeing a painted bunting (draw a bird day)

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caught like a
shadow just beyond
the watching
eye, barely
imprinted on the synapse
of remembering

it flies on
the winds of held breath–
covering the
air with blurs
of moving feathers, colors
surrounded by song

My NaPoWriMo poem today has nothing to do with the prompt, and everything to do with it being the 8th of April, which is National Draw-a-Bird-Day.  I have never actually seen a painted bunting, but I have painted this bird before, in 2015, when one was spotted in Brooklyn.  This version was done with a new set of watercolor pencils I received for my birthday earlier this year.

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We are doing nothing,

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and yet we
shout, we run through skies
like fire.  Where
do we live?
Our voices surround the trees,
our dances timeless.

We are deep,
endless, uncontained,
always and
everywhere.
We entwine with movements, with
stillness, with the air,

like leaves
that grow green and then
release themselves,
singing in
the wind.  We fall apart and
return completed.

We have no
surfaces, no years
to count or
give away.
We laugh like creatures with wings
scattering clear light.

Our form is
unmeasured.  We speak
in no know
tongue.  Alive,
we need no reason.  No one
can tell you our names.

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NaPoWriMo has asked us to spread joy today.

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Take These Broken Wings

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Curse not the king, no, not even in thy thoughts, and curse not the rich in thy bedchamber; for a bird of the air shall carry thy voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.
–Ecclesiastes 10:20

Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
–Wallace Stevens, “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”

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That which hath wings shall tell
(blackbird whirling in the autumn winds)
The birth of the sky, the void in the flow

Three minds like a tree in parallel
(rising in blueness, the mystery twinned)
That which hath wings shall tell

Blackbirds are involved in what I know
(how to release and how to begin)
The birth of the sky, the void in the flow

A man and a woman are one distilled
(diving divining reflected and twinned)
That which hath wings shall tell

The river is moving in flying shadow
(the question unseen that I can’t comprehend)
The birth of the sky, the void in the flow

Imagine these golden birds aglow
(the crow and the tree and the origin’s end)
That which hath wings shall tell
The birth of the sky, the void in the flow

There's a crow flying # if I flew

For the NaPoWriMo prompt, a villanelle with lines taken from an outside text.  I’ve used both of these poetic sources before; you can see examples here and here.  To the words of Stevens and the Bible, I added text from one of my many crow poems, and art selected from my many pieces inspired by crows.

And since dVerse is conveniently featuring the villanelle form this month, I’ve linked to the collection of villanelle poems.

spiral crows 2s

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April 2019

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morning wakes
me at first light as
my mother
used to do,
but not with words—birdchoir sings
through me:  “rise and shine!”

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My mother did not believe in sleeping in…when she decided it was time to get up, even on non-school days, she would waltz in, open the blinds, and announce, “Rise and Shine!”  One of the delights of spring for me is that my alarm is the light and the birds (I never close my blinds)–but I always hear my mother’s voice joining the chorus.

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I worked on my monthly grid all week, waiting for the NaPoWriMo prompt to do the accompanying poem.  This is not really a recipe, but I think it’s close enough.  The grid was inspired by numerous photos of tulip festivals from all over the world…rows and rows of beautiful color.  April!

Fields of Dreams

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A haiga for Colleen’s tanka Tuesday words, hobby and play.  There is a long tradition of baseball haiku, both in Japan and America.

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 I first thought of Rickey Henderson when I considered sketching a base stealer, but then I discovered that Jackie Robinson was the major league leader in steals of home in the modern era–he did it 19 times–so I used photos of him as my inspiration.  Just one small part of his extraordinary legacy.

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This second haiga is for Frank Tassone’s challenge of swallows.  When Ken at rivrvlogr posted his response, it reminded me that the place I see swallows in NYC is at the ball park–clearly stadiums have good nesting places.  And always plenty of dreams.

I’m definitely out of practice with my sketching, and I forgot how difficult it is to draw catchers.  But Opening Day is just around the corner…

harbinger

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the blue of
darkness is
a blank canvas

from translucent music
comes
the shadow
of hope

moonbird rising
toward
the center of deep
light

It took me a long time to see the hat in Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above–to my eyes the form on the sign was a magical creature, perched on the threshold.  So I just went with it.

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The collage box Oracle knows what the world needs now…

Draw-a-Bird Day: Barn Owl

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White wings
carrying souls
listening to shadows
navigating the deepest night
ghost owl
navigating the deepest night
listening to shadows
opening worlds
beyond

A mirror cinquain for Colleen’s #tanka Tuesday, poet’s choice of words.

I love the faces of owls.  The barn owl can look quite ghostly, especially at night, and yet there are also many colors reflected in the feathers.  Barn owls are found almost everywhere in the world.

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The Owl can be the familiar to Athena’s wisdom or to Lilith as goddess of Death.  Or both at the same time, perhaps.

Also linking to dVerse Open Link Night, hosted this week by Grace.

 

Emu/Draw a Bird 3/8/19

I admire the emu, the second largest bird and a native of Australia. It is a flightless bird but seems happy regardless. Happy Draw a Bird Day!

In a Land of Birds

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Wake up in a land of birds.
the holy chaos unfolds outside borders.
Expect owls,
spirit circles orbiting stars.

Some people find it uncomfortable–
so much is random–
we can’t explain it, ever.

Take a chance–
spread your wings.
Nothing is hidden
when wonder takes flight.

See the source image

I’ve been worrying this collage all week.  It’s inspired by a painting by Redon, “Silence”, above.

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I decided to consult the Collage Box Oracle and She was insistent on the inclusion of birds.

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She knows the answer, as always.

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