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.
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.
The art is watercolor and ink on rice paper.
Bye n bye
close your eyes
the pretty horses
path of light
it’s all right
It won’t be long
morning will come
music of the sun
ride those dreams
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.
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…)
For Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange Microfiction prompt, above.
Ask these tongues
how can my dreams
shine by day
yet ache like storms
together their music rains
symphony and sky
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.
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.
In the middle of the ocean
time fades into mystery
a journey illuminated
by movement translated into form.
What lies beneath this dream?