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Robin welcomes the day

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song remains as light–
an aural after-image
reflected in green

opening the door to spring–
releasing the burdened night

I missed Draw-a-Bird Day yesterday (again!) but Colleen’s words for Tanka Tuesday were just right for a tribute to the earliest singer of my neighborhood’s dawn.

 

In the Wake

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When I think
of you, I see you
floating, sails
unfurled in
iridescence like fish scales
or maybe crows’ wings,

dark and light
reflected in waves
traveling
unanchored
by time.  Will we meet again
on unmapped seas? or

as birds, hearts unveiled, trailing stars?

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A elegy for both NaPoWriMo Day 24.  The first one I wrote was quite gloomy.  I took some of the images and began again.

I think the replacement was sent by the Oracle.  It has her mark.

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Home

jm 4a house compThe crows have followed. The blue jays.  The cardinals.  Voice calling to attention as footsteps sound toward and away from doors.  Penetrating closed windows and the background hum of the construction at the end of the block.  Dark shadows transforming into silhouettes on bare branches not yet convinced of the imminent arrival of spring.

Where is the hawk?

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new streets and sidewalks–
winter lingering, chilling–
robin’s morning song

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I recently moved 10 blocks north, a whole new blank slate to fill.

People think of cities as not-nature.  But the birds and trees tell me I’m home.

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For NaPoWriMo Day 12 haibun prompt, and linked to dVerse prompt Urban Renewal.

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Some weekend painting

This one started off as a landscape. I saw a face in it and took off from there. The result is something weird but I’m posting it anyway.

I also thought it was Draw a Bird Day. Maybe that was yesterday though. Anyway here’s a Mourning Dove, one of the dumber birds to be found in my neighborhood. They make a sound that really does sound mournful. Lots of robins around lately too–a good sign.

Into Birds

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Seeds turn into trees, eggs hatch into birds–
branches sprout new leaves, merging into birds.

Trees together stand, calling to the birds–
nourishing the land, shelter to the birds.

Roots that anchor deep, filling skies like birds–
winds that secrets keep, sailing songs like birds.

Cells divide and grow, ancestor to birds–
ebbing into flow, speaking time to birds.

Through forests dense and green, dreams scatter me into birds–
though feathers stay unseen, wings open me into birds.

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It seems I missed Draw-A-Bird Day yesterday, so I’ve included them in my NaPoWriMo Day 9 post.  The prompt was to relate something both large and small, and seeds and trees immediately came to mind.  And so, also, birds.

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The poem is sort of a ghazal.  In the spirit of, anyway.

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Is That a Human Voice? (after Toshikazu Yasumizu)

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Mountains circle a city
of women dancing like feathers.
Mountains circle a city
of women dancing like feathers.
Silence embraces the flowing.
Silence embraces the flowing
patterns, bending with the wind.
Turning, repeating, transforming, rising–
silence follows.

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Bending with the wind, turning.
Where are the birds?
Repeat and follow.
Bending with the wind, questing.
Opening, questing–
repeat and follow.

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Embrace these wings, bending with the wind.
Turning, repeating, transforming, rising–
silence follows.

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The NaPoWriMo prompt for day 5 was to take an untranslated poem, pair it with a photo, and make a poem referring to both.  I chose to use one of the artworks I did for this month instead of a photo, and I used a Japanese poem by Toshikazu Yasumizu, “Is That a Human Voice?”, partly because I love the title.  You can see the poem and the translation (which works well with my embroidery also) here.

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The embroidery is once again based on a painting by Joan Mitchell.  The calligraphic nature of Japanese writing reminds me a lot of the marks of stitching.

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I’m also linking to dVerse open link night.

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…

Waking up to a Nor’easter

Driving yesterday I saw all these blackbirds on a lawn and felt happy. Spring must be coming! Today I woke up to huge flakes of snow and predictions of high winds later.

Probably will be an easy work day as people never like to go out in bad weather. And it’s Friday.

I apologize for not posting more. As usual, a gentle nudge from Kerfe made me sit down and do this quick image of what I saw yesterday. And I saw some green shoots coming up as well.

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silhouette transformed–
matter into spirit—lore
guides the willing eye

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Suzanne at Calm and Chaos inspired me with her post this morning.  I also used Colleen’s words to illustrate my initial reaction to the first photo in Suzanne’s post.

 

Draw a Bird Day: Hoopoe

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I Ask the Hoopoe Three Questions

In my dreams I am always traveling: as Joni says, “looking for something, what can it be?”  My home is the stairway down to the subway, up to the train platform, watching the landscape moving beside the bus.

Here I am again, on the road…in the median I see the bird—huge, red crested, black and white striped wings. I step off the highway into the lush green.

Hoopoe is both real and mythical.  It is associated with death, war, and disease, but also with purity, virtue and leadership. Sometimes it is a messenger between heaven and earth.

I like best the hoopoe in the Sufi story-poem, “The Conference of the Birds”.

What did you
find at the end of
your journey?
Dark and light
intermingling inside your
eye?  Do you know Crow?

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I really did have this dream, and spent a few days online looking for the bird.  I knew the hoopoe from the Sufi story, but I don’t think I knew what it really looked like.  It’s a beauty!  dVerse also had a prompt earlier in the week about hometowns, which was the starting point for my haibun .

You can read about “The Conference of the Birds” here.  And I highly recommend Peter Sis’ beautifully illustrated version of it, which you can read about here.

And any excuse for some Joni Mitchell (I was at this concert).

Happy Draw-a Bird Day!