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The Subject is Muses

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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.

birdling center s

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

winter s

Yes, the birdlings are back.

summer s

 

Draw a Bird Day: An Odd Species

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I found this junk mail art bird when I was looking for something else…I’m not sure if “understated” is the species name or just a passing commentary.  At any rate, I felt it deserved a limerick.

Striped feathers of patterned delight–
this fowl presents quite a sight.
Festooned with mixed colors,
it hoots and it hollers
from morning to noon and then night.

Jill, this one’s for you!

the verge of truth

on the verge s

the paths forsaken
the words unspoken, hanging
on the verge of truth

I wrote this for the Secret Keeper’s new Haiku Review challenge, but somehow it also seems appropriate for the general climate of the world right now as well…

 

More Wings

behind every door s

into light's shadow s

Jane Dougherty posted a challenge (via Jerennazuto at itsallaboutnothingg) for a story about lost wings.  I’ve been working on a series of postcard fiction responses to Paul Klee’s angels, and this one seemed to fit the prompt well.

angel in the making s

Behind every door,
dreams
of escape–
like a bird on fire,
she was gone–
into the light’s
shadow.

The work of Klee’s I referenced here is titled “Angel in the Making”.

Angel in the Making

When and If

you can too s

when magnetic

When

Has all the time gone mad?
Did chanting bring this light?
As dreams shine diamond storms,
drunk forest screams alive.

Red gardens dress the rain,
blue shadows sing and soar.
Moon swims through purple sky–
why sleep when you can roar?

I’m not sure where this came from, any of it.  Perhaps The Oracle had dinner with Timothy Leary this week…

laughing s

if magnetic

If

Bird is lonely
Earth asks to play
green grass strolls wildly
trees uproot and wander
flowers climb light
world walking through
happy

“When” uses the dVerse Trimeter prompt.  “If” just is.  And the junk mail art collage…?

“People have to go out of their mind before they can come to their senses.”
–Timothy Leary

Grateful

our lady blue 2bs

Our Lady is a fertile one
beneath the sun
she blooms complete
from head to feet.

She looks around her with delight
at every sight
at up and down
at verb and noun.

Her dreams have planted magic seeds
to meet all needs
in open hands
good luck will land.

ladybug s

For the dVerse prompt of blessings, a minute poem and junk mail collage for Mother Earth.

windows

windows wht s

 

windows magnetic

windows window s

how far the wind sails
ghosts skying home
remembering a father
I hear voices
dancing
like
windows through time

Thinking of my father on Father’s Day.

Collage inspired by a Paul Klee drawing.

The Door is Always Open

the door is always open s

“…that what you fear the most/could meet you halfway…” –Victoria Williams, “Crazy Mary”

The horns that
make you.  Tell me what
endures:  you,
masked with fear,
burning life to ashes,
the ender?  Or the most
wild transformation that could
be?  We meet
face to face.  But you
pause.  Halfway.

Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, was the inspiration for my junk mail collage and poem.  For some reason, it reminded me of the song “Crazy Mary” (it’s true, everything seems to remind me of a song); and I wrote another shovel poem.  Although Victoria Williams wrote the song, I’m partial to Eddie Vedder’s version.

I was reading recently that many scholars think the Devil is really all the horned gods of pagan religions turned into pure evil by the early Christian church.  Gods inspire fear as well as reverence.  Whether Devil or God of Fertility–both know the ways of the snake.

If It’s Magic

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if its magic magnetic

I did this little magician stitched collage for Rochester Contemporary Art Center’s (RoCo) 6 x 6 fundraiser.  I can’t remember where I first heard about it, but I’ve been sending them a piece of art to sell for a few years.  The opening is tonight, so if you are in the neighborhood…

magic growls liquid
breezes haunted by secrets
foolish wild wet stars

night is bleeding vast desire
day embraces naked sky

The Magnetic Oracle made me think of Stevie Wonder today.

If it’s magic
Then why can’t it be everlasting
Like the sun that always shines
Like the poets in this rhyme
Like the galaxies in time
….
It holds the key to every heart
Throughout the universe
It fills you up without a bite
And quenches every thirst

 

Let Secrets Shine

tree creature collage s

let secrets shine magnetic

Inspired by Nina’s Tree Creature with Three Eyes.

grow wings
and breathe blue breezes
be a wild spirit
of water and wind
let secrets shine
though deep listening
climb light between the songs
of birds