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Insomnia

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the whispering
of time–the shadow
of a still
wind raw with
dreams—is this sleepless song the
language we deserve?

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I haven’t been sleeping well, but I didn’t set out to write about it.  As usual the Magnetic Oracle knows what’s on my mind.

The monoprint is twice removed–done first on corrugated cardboard and then printed on paper a few times in different positions from the cardboard print (I used a lot of paint for the original), changing the paper orientation.  I could embroider it too to give it some more texture.  Another project for the list…

I began with Miz Quickly’s prompt word “deserve”.  My response isn’t exactly following her instructions–as my mother often said, so what else is new.

 But it did get me thinking about what we deserve.  What DO we deserve?  Do we “deserve” anything?  It’s a provocative question.

 

Wolf Dream

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My dream is singing
my dream is magic rising

My dream calls spirits
my dream frees ghosts that are me

My dream is all eyes
my dream is everywhere here

Trust the Keeper
trust the howling caught inside
trust the chaos
of illusive night

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A bit of magic for dVerse. I’ve been worrying this poem for quite awhile…it originated in morning dream-feelings of images I couldn’t quite catch rather than an actual dream.  And this recent monoprint seemed just right for the text.

Talking Dream

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Really? Talking birds?
Me too!  Taking flight in seas
of evanescence…

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This is loosely a response to the Secret Keeper’s Haiku Review prompt for “How to Recount Your Dreams”.

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But mostly it’s an excuse to use the birdlings that appeared on my drawing table a few days ago.

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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.

Cipher

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Who can hold a cloud?
The sky dances with stray dreams—
a gift of nothing

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  Continuing my haikus that start with a question.

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Sometimes the best gifts are those we can’t quite grasp.

Dragon’s Lair

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Do you hear the voices
of dragons?  Do you dream fire
and water, treasure and storm?

Does your heart provide a mirror
to burn away the veil?

Again and again you seek the
fields of forgiveness, hand held
hostage by the lair of sleep.

A quadrille of dreaming for dVerse, using this week’s words from The Secret Keeper.

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The art is watercolor and ink on rice paper.

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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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