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Moon of Wandering

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Moon of wandering:
door or window?  Marked by trails
of lingered friends.  Tears.

Untested. Eons before
and after.  Dead reckoning.

Once again I’ve combined the word prompts (or synonyms) of the secret keeper and Colleen’s tanka challenge.  Colleen also provided the mysterious picture, below.

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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: What She Saw, Part 3

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Another ambiguous situation in a Jane Dougherty painting prompt.  I decided to go for optimism, even though that’s not my general state of mind these days.  Here’s the inspiration painting, by Iliya Repin:

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And my response:

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The last Postcard Fiction I did before this one was also a painting by Iliya Repin, “Freedom”, a prompt from way back in September.  I liked it so much I did it twice, and I’ll post both of them one of these days.  I collected Jane’s other microfiction prompts between that one and this one in a folder; time, of course, always gets in the way of intentions.

One thing I did during our blog break was to enter a lot of juried art shows and submit both poetry and art to journals, which I find takes a lot of time, not to mention the fact that most journals won’t accept work published on a blog. Eight of my Postcard Fictions were entered for a show of “art on paper”, but I won’t hear about acceptance or rejection until mid-January.

Dancing in the Moonlight

A riff on yesterday’s moon painting. I painted the entire paper with purple gouache and ink mixed together and did the moon and dancing figures in silver gouache. The blue was applied and dripped on afterwards.

The moon last night

A full moon and a beauty. It reminds me of the Judy Collins song “The Moon’s a Harsh Mistress”. Walking the dogs last night this moon got into my consciousness and I knocked off this version. Arches paper and gouache. 

The Power of Three

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concentric circles parallel time
ancient images blurred by neglect
footprints following memory’s trace

photographs taken in black and white
voices scratched into indistinct paths
a present silent and without place

dreaming thoughts walk mysterious lines
orbits that intersect echoed light
shadows waiting in abandoned space

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Jane Dougherty gave us three moons this week, and her own invented 3×3 poetry form:  the trilune.  It produces a nice rhythm I think.

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Call and Response: Refilling the Moon

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Writer’s Quote Wednesday asked us to think about rebirth.  And what more appropriate symbol than the moon?

the full moon called
with his
large, muscular lips,
“see everything
become nothing”

Once again, I’ve been inspired by Claudia McGill to respond to her artwork and words.  (You may note, Claudia, that my junk mail piece was monoprinted before it was collaged.  I plan to explore this method further.)

You can see all the call and response collaborations with Claudia here.

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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Fool’s Lune

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impossible orb
bewildered
are you divining

the moon? Lunatic
they call you
celestial tricks

circumnavigate
on the verge
forever pending

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The first NaPoWriMo prompt was a lune poem, a haiku variation.  I’m sure you’ve seen quite a few resposes already.  I’m just a few days behind…

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…and continuing the April fools.

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February: Winter Moon

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Wooden gate
lock firmly bolted:
winter moon.
–Kikaku

Takarai Kikaku was one of the Ten Great Disciples of the great Japanese haiku poet Basho.