Abundance

Fruit decays
and becomes its seed,
abandoned,
earthcovered–
in departing it arrives,
abiding, waiting,

becoming–
is it a choice? Who
chooses which
seeds take root?
Is it a random journey
sleepwalking, rising

into orbed
skies, into flowers,
into green
and wildness,
reaching outward reaching through–
bequeathed into self?

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt above.  In my default form, shadorma.

The Other Side

The sky beneath the stars–
earthbound orbit
shadowed by the night,
divided by itself.

Earthbound orbit
always pulled away,
divided by itself,
vast and gravitating.

Always pulled away–
completely boundless ancient
vast and gravitating
dark, dissolving.

Completely boundless ancient
held by threads that sail–
dark, dissolving
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.

 

 

Beautiful piece by Kerfe

I bought this piece by Kerfe a few years ago and recently rehung it. It’s not a great photo (reflections in glass) but it’s a gorgeous piece. So many individual pieces cut out and glued to create this piece.

It is titled “Divine Embrace” and is dated 2014. Just thought I’d share it on this rainy/sunny first day of August.

August 2018

Sun fractures my sight–
eyes squinting—landscape breaking–
fevered, tense, thirsting

Elemental oasis–
shifting from was to will be

Back to my monthly grid and another collage.

The world indeed seems to be in retrograde right now.  Perhaps the tide will turn soon…

 

Marker

If I rise,
cleave into landscape,
will I merge
with background,
become boundless?  Be part of
instead of apart?

A shadorma for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  I haven’t been working in collage for awhile, so it felt good to get out scissors and paste again.

The Moon is Dreaming

I haven’t visited the magnetic Oracle for awhile.  She didn’t talk about the moon specifically, but I think it’s inferred.

the language of sleep
whispers beneath a garden
of a thousand dreams

like flowers born dancing with
children and starry-eyed fools

 

Beggar’s Ride

What lies beyond up?

Shadows, a winding staircase,
a journey without end.

Clouds traveling unwalled–
a fool’s ship, a beggar’s ride,
a castle in the sky.

My response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  I wanted to try one of Jane Dougherty’s “42” poems–I love a question to start a poem–so that’s the form I used here.

I had an idea to combine brush paintings of horses with collage, although this wasn’t what I was thinking when I did the horses.  Mostly I used horse sculptures as references for my painting, but this one was done from a photo of a horse.  I’ll get to the other idea using the other paintings I think.

 

full earth

I consulted the Magnetic Oracle for a haiku to go with my May grid.

moon blossoms between
rain root and seed song—bird boughs
blanket the wild wind

 

 

Postcard for Nina

Dear Friend,

I got lost in another dream. I was on the edge, searching for a map.  I fell onto the blue river of time.  The flowers growing together inside the stars cast me home with song, just like you do.

Love, Me

I started with “dear friend”, and the Oracle sent me a lovely message for Nina.  This blog, and my art and writing, would not be here without her encouragement and support.  Thank you my friend!

For NaPoWriMo Day 28.  Almost there…

Collage inspired by Joan Mitchell’s painting “Ici”.

 

I Become Clichéd

My windows open me.
My windows cover, enclose, hide.

I am reflected, pushed inside by darkness.
I am reflected, merging outside into the landscape of the sun.

My windows are two-way mirrors.
My windows are tricks of the eye.

How can I exist in transparency?
How can I exist as glass?

My windows know both sides of the story.
My windows reverse me into particles of light.

for NaPoWriMo Day 26, inspired by Robert Okaji’s “Helinski“

and one of Joan Mitchell’s sunflower paintings