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.
Sometimes in winter–
summer might as well be spring–
autumn in New York.
dVerse wants to know the “why” of our poetic style. In a haibun.
Yes, the birdlings are back.
I found this junk mail art bird when I was looking for something else…I’m not sure if “understated” is the species name or just a passing commentary. At any rate, I felt it deserved a limerick.
Striped feathers of patterned delight–
this fowl presents quite a sight.
Festooned with mixed colors,
it hoots and it hollers
from morning to noon and then night.
Jill, this one’s for you!
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.
I did promise the birdlings would return…
Really? Talking birds?
Me too! Taking flight in seas
This is loosely a response to the Secret Keeper’s Haiku Review prompt for “How to Recount Your Dreams”.
But mostly it’s an excuse to use the birdlings that appeared on my drawing table a few days ago.
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.
Jane Dougherty posted a challenge (via Jerennazuto at itsallaboutnothingg) for a story about lost wings. I’ve been working on a series of postcard fiction responses to Paul Klee’s angels, and this one seemed to fit the prompt well.
Behind every door,
like a bird on fire,
she was gone–
into the light’s
The work of Klee’s I referenced here is titled “Angel in the Making”.
I have a soft spot for cockatoos. I’ve wanted one for years but my husband has always said no. They are a lot of work and live a long time but have so much personality. I follow a few on Instagram where they scream and carry on like there’s no tomorrow.
One of the best pictures ever, taken by Kerfe last year in New York. This lady just had her bird sitting on her shoulder. She told us how much work these birds require but she didn’t seem to mind. Happy Draw a Bird Day!
A local Red Tail Hawk munching on a squirrel. Photo by John Skillin who kindly gave me this. Just throwing this in : ).
Too often when I think of my mother I remember the long years of Alzheimer’s, when she lived in a world I could neither share nor understand. This distorts the woman who should live there: the one who loved to sing, to laugh, to talk to anyone who crossed her path. The woman who taught me to embroider and to treasure words. The librarian who gardened in roses, who wondered at birds, whose favorite color was red.
directly to heart
At the beach this year, a pair of cardinals visited the deck daily. Even when we couldn’t see them, we would hear them singing. Then when I returned home, a pair of cardinals started regularly visiting the Rose of Sharon tree. Cardinals were my mother’s favorite bird, and so these days she is often in my thoughts.
I haven’t been doing much drawing lately, but birds always offer a good opportunity to practice. Happy Draw a Bird Day!–hopefully a few fly into your life today as well.
Has all the time gone mad?
Did chanting bring this light?
As dreams shine diamond storms,
drunk forest screams alive.
Red gardens dress the rain,
blue shadows sing and soar.
Moon swims through purple sky–
why sleep when you can roar?
I’m not sure where this came from, any of it. Perhaps The Oracle had dinner with Timothy Leary this week…
Bird is lonely
Earth asks to play
green grass strolls wildly
trees uproot and wander
flowers climb light
world walking through
“When” uses the dVerse Trimeter prompt. “If” just is. And the junk mail art collage…?
“People have to go out of their mind before they can come to their senses.”
Pinto’s Spinetail is an endangered bird that hives in subtropical forest and shrubland in NE Brazil. Just 2% of native forest remains in this area, and less than 1000 of these birds are currently surviving. They mate for life, and my favorite fact about them is that “pairs sing in duets to defend their nesting territories”, according to abcbirds.org.
see the forest
as quiet as
song has wandered
This painting is an experiment for me–I’ve been inspired by how Claudia McGill takes the world and simplifies it into color and shape, and this is my first attempt to imitate her approach. Although she likes to use her paints straight out of the tube, I have to admit I mixed the bird feather color, not having a tube of gouache even close to the right tone. It felt like painting in layers, and I do like layering. Although I have a long way to go to reach Claudia’s grasp of the essential shapes of things…
And the Oracle was insightful, as always.
On my way to the beach (although the forecast is for a rainy week). Nina has promised to keep you entertained while I’m away.