how come nobody
why inside why
And once again, as so often happens in these postcard fiction worlds, I see an opening that leads somewhere else…
And what will I give up?
Do I have to choose?
Will I know what I’ve done?
Or does someone take it?
The ghost of me breathing.
The step in the step back.
Cold light in warm darkness.
I will hold my shadow open.
for dVerse quadrille #26 ghost
we’re swimming in air
we breathe the stars shine
the waves send time deep
the moment faces the sea
tomorrow is eternal
Jane Dougherty’s Sunday challenge, below, inspired the usual shifting world. The tanka formed quickly from my word box.
Should we believe in yesterday? or tomorrow?
year of the rooster
tenth circle begins
chaos returned as crowing
drama and dissent
contain the fire, avoiding
eye contact with the Dark Side
The disruption of the Year of the Monkey gives way to more intensity….the cockiness of the Year of the Rooster. Most of the predictions I read online for 2017 were not too positive. They recommended keeping your head down, staying organized, and working hard.
And OK, that’s not really a rooster, it’s my interpretation of a basilisk. They do have the head of a cock, though, and wings on their serpent body.
Of course you know to have a mirror handy in case you run into one, so they can admire themselves to death. Or perhaps a pet weasel–the only creature immune to the basilisk’s deadly stare.
And the title?
“Confusion is a chicken with shattered eyes.”
That’s January 2017 in a nutshell.
rolling all over the place
always in pairs
“There is no rush”
really just the beginning
Claudia McGill is calling: time for another response. This time I painted the junk mail, and then collaged.
You can see other calls and responses here.
When I began my response to Jane Dougherty’s prompt “Freedom”, I first looked in my collage box of faces for couples that seemed to work together. At the same time I was thinking about the Secret Keeper’s words for the week of October 3rd: BRAVE – TEND – PURE – LEAD – DANCE .
I decided to do a Cento Poem, one that takes its lines from the works of other poets. I like to play with words, and this is also a good excuse to read a lot of different poetry by a lot of different poets. So I collected poetic phrases that contained the words (not that difficult with google at your fingertips) and played around with different arrangements.
This couple seemed to fit the spirit of the words. And given the state of the world, perhaps I was anticipating the state of mind I would need for 2017…
O my brave soul!
Untended there beneath the heedless sky
leap and sparkle, dance and shine
in a world of pure imagination
Up and lead the dance of Fate!
Poets, in order of appearance:
Walt Whitman, Sidney Lanier, Sarojini Naidu, Roald Dahl, Aeschylus
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?