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Lullaby (after James Taylor and in Tradition)

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Bye n bye
close your eyes
see
the pretty horses
flying
dream skying

Darkness reveals
cosmos unseals
path of light
it’s all right
stars shine
spinning

Tomorrow’s wishes
wordless hushes
like birds
pretty horses
butterflying
sleepy eyes

It won’t be long
little one
morning will come
music of the sun
ride those dreams
to dawn

I’ve been dreaming of horses, and Sue Vincent’s photo prompt of a nursery with a prominent rocking horse made me think of the lullaby, “All the Pretty Little Horses”.  And lullabies always make me think of James Taylor, because I used to sing his songs to my girls when they were babies.  I’ve referenced “Close Your Eyes” here.  Another favorite lullaby is “Bye N Bye”.  I seem to remember an Odetta recording, but I couldn’t find it online, so I’m not sure where I originally heard it.

 My babies are adults now, but a lullaby is always appropriate for dreaming.

And that James Taylor recording…oh yes, my friends and I all had a crush on James in 1971.

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Postcard Fiction: Become a Traveler

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What to do between the silent secrets of stars?
Open the question at the crossroads of memory and your dreams.
Chase clouds of deep light.
Learn how to become a traveler in the unexplainable.
(in any order…)

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For Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange Microfiction prompt, above.

Postcard Fiction: On the Other Side

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All sleep ends up on the other side
There’s a turning point that takes everything everywhere
outside of time and space
poised on the edge of nowhere

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Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange microfiction prompt, a painting by Hans Thoma.

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Magnetic Poetry Saturday: Ask These

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Ask these tongues
how can my dreams
shine by day
yet ache like storms

together their music rains
symphony and sky
shadowless moon
above

This was another collaboration with Nina and the Oracle that fit together really easily.  We decided to surprise each other today with our artwork and post separately.  I punched holes to embroider on the paper, and then decided just to leave the holes.  The weird light is because I photographed the collage taped to the window so the sun would shine through the holes.

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Postcard Fiction: Dreaming is Free

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Jane Dougherty’s microfiction challenge #15, “Freedom”, was posted way back in September.  I liked the painting by Ilya Repin (below) so much that I did it twice.  Above is the first response.

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In the middle of the ocean
time fades into mystery
a journey illuminated
by movement translated into form.
What lies beneath this dream?

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but keep in mind…

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Part 2 of my response to Jane Dougherty’s prompt this week.

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For Part 1 look here.

Purple Dreams (for Prince)

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Lie down beneath the shadow of the stars
the summer night is lonely, full of haze
the sea reflects the silent air so dark
and good things never last, or so they say

But open up your heart, release your mind
and see the sun despite the purple sky
the waters laugh and sparkle, move and shine
the world goes round and round as echoes fly

And if the heavens give us pearls and dreams
and if a blue moon showers us with words
and if a shining diamond fills the seas
why can’t the starfish transform into birds?

Imagine that these clouds hold hands with love
and rain the stars from eyes to skies above

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For some reason, the photo in Jane Dougherty’s meter poetry challenge this week (above) immediately made me think of Prince.  I decided to use snippets from his lyrics, along with Jane’s words suggestions of “stars, night and water”, in my poem.  I thought about a ballad, but in the end trying another sonnet seemed to fit the best.  This second sonnet attempt was definitely easier than the first.

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These Rorschach paintings are also going interesting places.

Enjoy your weekend!

 

Junk Mail Art: Recurrent Dream

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2 door s

3 dream face s

4 mirror s

5 don't exist s

6 circle s

When did the laughing begin?  the door is like a mirror:  you see yourself.  The dream face opens a window and draws you into a world that endlessly circles.  I mirror you in images that don’t exist yet.  When did the laughing begin?  The door…

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Jane Dougherty’s microfiction challenge this week includes the painting above and the theme “who goes there?”.

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Who indeed?

Sleepy Song

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I’m still working on cleaning out my old work files.  When you design from home, they tend to accumulate, and the last time I moved I never even opened a lot of boxes.  I found this painting in a grouping of children’s book illustrations I did at least 25 years ago.  I did not paint it on watercolor paper, so it’s a bit wrinkly.

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A friend of mine worked at Simon and Schuster at the time and suggested I send some art for consideration. The rejection letter was in the file, along with a bunch of wildly different illustrations…well they did say the art was “above average”.

Working freelance, I tried anything and everything design-wise that was asked for or suggested.  Some things worked out better than others.

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hearts filling time with winged dreams
gentle rhapsody

And more Magnetic Poetry…as I told The Elusive Trope, it’s both relaxing and addictive.

Poem in Your Pocket Day

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Moon and stars, big and blue the sky–
sleep coming, sleep is coming soon–
wings drift close, shadowing the light.
I wish for wings so I could fly–
touch the stars, touch the shining moon–
map the sky by scattering dreams,
catching the stars to say good night,
sky covered with magic moon beams.

The elementary school my daughters attended celebrated National Poetry Month in a big way.  The children read and wrote a lot of verse, and Poem in Your Pocket Day was always fun, as they would pull out favorites to read to their classmates.  Last year in April I posted a few of the bookmarks the school made one year with poems and artwork from the students.  Both poem and artwork above were inspired by the bookmark below.

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I love the images both Kenisha and Keanu used to represent the dreamworld of the night.  Both would be in their early 20s now; I hope they are still writing and drawing their worlds.  And producing poems from their pockets!

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My poem is in the form of a san san, the challenge by Jane Dougherty this week.  NaPoWriMo used this form for a prompt too, and I’ve wanted to try it, so thanks Jane for the push!

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