Self Portrait #20b (after Klee)
Lune shining through me
like a galaxy
that flies
Wings I can not see
vibrate suddenly
surprise
Caught invisibly
beyond memory
tides rise
This self-portrait uses the same Klee painting for a reference as my last one, but I have done it in collage, as I said I hope to do. I’ve taken more liberties this time as well. The round face reminded me of the moon, and that was my inspiration for my choice of collage papers.
The poem uses the lai form, which I saw on dVerse in early June, but did not have time to attempt then.
It’s a New Moon today…start something!
You can see all the self portraits so far here.
windows
how far the wind sails
ghosts skying home
remembering a father
I hear voices
dancing
like
windows through time
Thinking of my father on Father’s Day.
Collage inspired by a Paul Klee drawing.
Conjuring
Can today assume tomorrow? Time travels without a map, like branches reaching toward the sun.
staring into light
eyes enter mind, as presence
always becoming
Seeking the hour of forever, the question lingers: is it too late or too early?
with smoke and mirrors
the gaps confuse prediction–
nothing is revealed
This may or may not be a haibun, but it was composed for Colleen’s poetry challenge this week, once again incorporating prompt words from the Secret Keeper. I was also inspired by the wonderful tree and light artistry of Sue Vincent and Claudia McGill.
Sky Dancing
like calligraphy
skywriting black against blue
clouds and trees dancing
Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, gave me a chance to try an idea I’ve been thinking about for awhile. A few years ago I did a cross-stitch poem on paper, and I was intrigued by the pattern that appeared on the back. This seemed the perfect opportunity to see what would happen if I tried it over some watercolor collaged together.
I think I may have overdone it with the stitching, but I can always pull some out; the holes in the paper will make a subtle and interesting pattern too. I’ll look at it for awhile and think about it.
Here’s the poem side, with part of the haiku and some patterns (I wanted to try those out as well).
Black Hole Sun (for Chris Cornell)
All is black,
disguising the hole
in the sun.
The light won’t
swallow the scream inside you.
Songs still. Won’t you come
around and
penetrate, cleanse, wash
time away?
Prayer eclipsed by Hell, the
wind stealing you gone. The rain.
The storm. Whole. Black.
Another voice lost far too early, this time to suicide.
Suicide is the 10th leading cause of death in the United States, claiming the lives of over 40,000 Americans every year, 50% of these with guns.
https://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/suicide-prevention/index.shtml
If You Know Someone in Crisis Call the toll-free National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (NSPL) at 1-800-273-TALK (8255), 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The service is available to everyone. The deaf and hard of hearing can contact the Lifeline via TTY at 1-800-799-4889. All calls are confidential.
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poem for dVerse Quadrille #34 storm
The Door is Always Open
“…that what you fear the most/could meet you halfway…” –Victoria Williams, “Crazy Mary”
The horns that
make you. Tell me what
endures: you,
masked with fear,
burning life to ashes,
the ender? Or the most
wild transformation that could
be? We meet
face to face. But you
pause. Halfway.
Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, was the inspiration for my junk mail collage and poem. For some reason, it reminded me of the song “Crazy Mary” (it’s true, everything seems to remind me of a song); and I wrote another shovel poem. Although Victoria Williams wrote the song, I’m partial to Eddie Vedder’s version.
I was reading recently that many scholars think the Devil is really all the horned gods of pagan religions turned into pure evil by the early Christian church. Gods inspire fear as well as reverence. Whether Devil or God of Fertility–both know the ways of the snake.
If It’s Magic
I did this little magician stitched collage for Rochester Contemporary Art Center’s (RoCo) 6 x 6 fundraiser. I can’t remember where I first heard about it, but I’ve been sending them a piece of art to sell for a few years. The opening is tonight, so if you are in the neighborhood…
magic growls liquid
breezes haunted by secrets
foolish wild wet stars
night is bleeding vast desire
day embraces naked sky
The Magnetic Oracle made me think of Stevie Wonder today.
If it’s magic
Then why can’t it be everlasting
Like the sun that always shines
Like the poets in this rhyme
Like the galaxies in time
….
It holds the key to every heart
Throughout the universe
It fills you up without a bite
And quenches every thirst
June 2017 More Water Lilies
Water lilies—mirrored
sky holding deep dreams, rampant
with riotous light
Another Monet-inspired grid. Happy June!
Time Zones
hands now forgotten
sun and moon untraced in time
light drifting unmoored
past and future reflected
in the trembling of machines
Tanka written for Colleen’s weekly challenge. The Oracle had its own haiku commentary this morning too. Colleen’s prompt photo, below.
vast laughing awakes
old breath of eternity
unborn yet timeless
May 2017 – Issue 30
Pleased to have my art paired with the poetry of Devon Balwit in this issue of “the light ekphrastic”. Devon found a whole new world in my collage.
We are pleased to share the work of the following artists and writers in the 30th issue of The Light Ekphrastic:
Devon Balwit – Blessing; magic (poetry)
Edward Doyle-Gillespie – Wrecker’s Cove; Socorro Prophesy (poetry)
Robbi Nester – The Lives of a River; War Rug (poetry)
Cara Ober – Meshuggeneh, This Train Don’t Stop (artwork)
Kerfe Roig – Blessing; magic (artwork)
Magan Ruthke – Wisdom in the Missouri; Hand-Woven in Afghanistan (artwork)
Crystal Snoddon – Lay Full and Sleeping; Garage Diagnosis (poetry)
Simon J. Ward – The Memory; An Atmospheric Railway (poetry)
Mychael Zulauf – Frail Forms; he returns with fire (music)
LuAnn Zubak – Lost; Untitled (artwork)
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