The Other Side
The sky beneath the stars–
earthbound orbit
shadowed by the night,
divided by itself.
Earthbound orbit
always pulled away,
divided by itself,
vast and gravitating.
Always pulled away–
completely boundless ancient
vast and gravitating
dark, dissolving.
Completely boundless ancient
held by threads that sail–
dark, dissolving
tides of wing and air.
Held by threads that sail,
shadowed by the night,
tides of wing and air–
the sky beneath the stars.
This collage was done originally for a Sue Vincent Photo Prompt. I’ve posted the art again, with a new poem, in celebration of the publication of Marianne Szlyk’s book, “On the Other Side of the Window”, which uses it for the cover illustration.
I was delighted when Marianne asked if she could use one of my crow pieces for her book of poems. I know her from her wonderful blog of words, art, and music, “The song is…”, and was pleased also to be able to meet her at the New York Poetry Festival on Governor’s Island a few weeks ago.
Also linked to dVerse open link night , hosted by Lillian. And yes, yet another pantoum.
August 2018
Sun fractures my sight–
eyes squinting—landscape breaking–
fevered, tense, thirsting
Elemental oasis–
shifting from was to will be
Back to my monthly grid and another collage.
The world indeed seems to be in retrograde right now. Perhaps the tide will turn soon…
full earth
I consulted the Magnetic Oracle for a haiku to go with my May grid.
moon blossoms between
rain root and seed song—bird boughs
blanket the wild wind
I Become Clichéd
My windows open me.
My windows cover, enclose, hide.
I am reflected, pushed inside by darkness.
I am reflected, merging outside into the landscape of the sun.
My windows are two-way mirrors.
My windows are tricks of the eye.
How can I exist in transparency?
How can I exist as glass?
My windows know both sides of the story.
My windows reverse me into particles of light.
for NaPoWriMo Day 26, inspired by Robert Okaji’s “Helinski“
and one of Joan Mitchell’s sunflower paintings
Calendars
ensorcelled by time–
repeating forms, I cross the
signs marking the gap,
the shift from circle to square–
caught on the edges of lines
I’ve used synonyms for Colleen’s words this week, enchant and shape, for my tanka for NaPoWriMo Day 25.
The art, inspired by Joan Mitchell’s “Bonjour Julie”, is done on graph paper (at a recent exhibit of Josef Albers’ work I noted that he started with graph paper for some of his work as well).
This is the way I used to present my sweater designs…marker dots of the various colors to show the pattern. I decided to cross stitch over this design, and I like the combination of texture and color on both front and back. And, well, grids…
Tea with the Oracle
teacup spilling clouds
of moon fruit–
tendriled secrets
from rivers of flowers–
thick with the wild longing
of animal song wandering
through birdwind
Today for NaPoWriMo Day 14 we are dreaming–who better to consult than the Magnetic Oracle?
April 2, 2018
I dissolve
blue into greyness,
hints of greens
dusted white,
playing with seasonings—taste
the bitter between.
You garnish
me with cold crumbs—you toss, stir,
fold me in
confusion.
You flour me with absent songs,
lost ingredients.
Where is spring?
The earth marinates–
veiled bouquets
lie in wait
to complete the recipe–
feed these hungry souls.
My monthly grid(s) for April 2018; the poem was composed today for the NaPoWriMo prompt of changing voices. The weather in/con/spired.
Draw-a-Bird Day: Birdlings are Back
The Motions of Molecules
Appearing
suddenly,
the patterns compose
themselves. Shapes
of silence. Supplicants to
the definitive.
This will be my last post for awhile. Continuing my nomadic life, I will be moving uptown 10 blocks.
The birdlings will be coming along.
And I plan on being back for NaPoWriMo. It’s just around the corner…
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