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
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.
and one of Joan Mitchell’s sunflower paintings
ensorcelled by time–
repeating forms, I cross the
signs marking the gap,
the shift from circle to square–
caught on the edges of lines
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…
blue into greyness,
hints of greens
playing with seasonings—taste
the bitter between.
me with cold crumbs—you toss, stir,
fold me in
You flour me with absent songs,
Where is spring?
The earth marinates–
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.
The Motions of Molecules
the patterns compose
of silence. Supplicants to
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…
I consulted the magnetic Oracle for my March grid, where I wove strips of winter photos with strips of flowers. Her answer to my questions was enigmatic, as always.
like winter’s secret stone
with pure shine
following the moon.
the path wanders
between frosted winds.