Unknowing

touch mirror to hand–
find words to receive this night–
sky full of wished stars

The Magnetic Oracle never ceases to surprise me.  This was not on my mind at all, beyond the hand and the mirror…and yet…somehow it’s just right for this Saturday night.

I started with Miz Quickly’s “visual” prompt.

 

The Subject is Muses

Play. With words.  Images.  From images. (and words).  Juxtaposition.  Borrowing.  The sound of silence.  The dancing of music and time.  Nonsense. (and sensibility).  Geometry.  Story, myth, oracle, dream.  Serendipity.  What is the question? (no answers, please).  Thank you.

Birds.

Sometimes in winter–
summer might as well be spring–
autumn in New York.

dVerse wants to know the “why” of our poetic style.  In a haibun.

Yes, the birdlings are back.

 

9/11/2017

leaves rattle like bones
through bottomless clarity–
azure autumn sky

This exquisite leaf was found on Broadway last week.

 

The Suchness of Things

hand touching hand
feet following
the same path

For the “On the Road” prompt, A Heart as Clear as Water.
Flowers are flowers, mountains are mountains, I sit here, you stand there, and the world goes on from eternity to eternity, this is the suchness of things. – D.T. Suzuki

A wonderful prompt post including many haiku from the poet Chiyo Ni.

I have also linked to dVerse OpenLinkNight.  Explore and enjoy!

 

the other side

Is the other side
in or out?  The illusion
solidifies air.

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  I did a number of monoprints based on the photo, and picked this one, on a paper bag, to stitch and tear.

Then I photographed it taped on two different window, and with a bunch of different visions behind the torn part.  These are just some of the explorations…

The light shining through the paper really added a golden glow.

And the light changes the colors; these were all taken at different times and in at least slightly different places.

The eyes and the camera both play with the air and light.

A word (or two…)

As usual, the Oracle reflected my mood.  Thinking of Walter Becker, and the wonderful words and music he made with Donald Fagan.

Any major dude with half a heart surely will tell you my friend
Any minor world that breaks apart falls together again
When the demon is at your door
In the morning it won’t be there no more
Any major dude will tell you
–from “Any Major Dude” by Donald Fagan and Walter Becker

I was lucky enough to see Steely Dan many times.  Each time different and equally wonderful.

That’s Walter Becker on guitar.  Forever playing in the Tower of Song.

hello makes people
grow big smiles—the mystery
and power of words

 

September 2017

The stones merge, nearly invisible in the dappled landscape. Tones lose intensity and gain depth.  Light angles, low.  Shadows linger and lengthen, returning reflections.  Wanderings give way to pauses.  The air holds a shiver.

Crow calling my name–
the silence breaks, whispering–
footprints lost in leaves

Haibun for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge.

The art is made from two monoprints that I cut up and rearranged.  Original prints above.

And the puzzle pieces after my cutting.

I can make a different puzzle, too, anytime–the art exists only as a photo.

Talking Dream

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

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.

Black Noise

Does the shadow know?
like wind projecting time–
shifted dark and light

For Colleen’s poetry challenge this week, another question involving shadow and light.

Does the fool rush in?
black noise dissolves the punch line–
laughter sailing tears

And because I can’t leave well enough alone, answering with the words of the Secret Keeper’s challenge as well.

The art also contains layers–a monoprint which was then painted and collaged with tissue paper, with a piece cut from an earlier collage laid over it, photographed on top of both black and white grounds.

Then some shadows and light from Joni and the Persuasions to finish.

Cipher

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.

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