Do you hear the voices
of dragons? Do you dream fire
and water, treasure and storm?
Does your heart provide a mirror
to burn away the veil?
Again and again you seek the
fields of forgiveness, hand held
hostage by the lair of sleep.
The art is watercolor and ink on rice paper.
wings born sailing
on voices of air,
breathing sky and flowers–
heart wild and foolish
Of course I needed to consult the Oracle today about wings…
bloom for me
I need music
to dance wings
Illustrations are from the portfolio of old art I found. These are from 1982. I remember doing a lot more butterflies; perhaps they will turn up somewhere else.
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.
Behind every door,
like a bird on fire,
she was gone–
into the light’s
The work of Klee’s I referenced here is titled “Angel in the Making”.
Does air envy wings?–
joyful dance of filtered light–
song of whispered wish
My Rorschach paintings often remind me of winged creatures. Here I’ve taken one I did in greys and manipulated it in Photoshop to create (I hope) and effect of filtered light through wings.
The inspiration is from two sources: Jilly’s “28 Days of Unreason” prompt “such fragile wings”, and Colleen’s Poetry Challenge this week. Her words were hate and pride; I scoured thesaurus.com and came up with envy and joy as synonyms.
I’ve got another haiku starting with a similar question for tomorrow (plus another Rorschach painting).
Too often when I think of my mother I remember the long years of Alzheimer’s, when she lived in a world I could neither share nor understand. This distorts the woman who should live there: the one who loved to sing, to laugh, to talk to anyone who crossed her path. The woman who taught me to embroider and to treasure words. The librarian who gardened in roses, who wondered at birds, whose favorite color was red.
directly to heart
At the beach this year, a pair of cardinals visited the deck daily. Even when we couldn’t see them, we would hear them singing. Then when I returned home, a pair of cardinals started regularly visiting the Rose of Sharon tree. Cardinals were my mother’s favorite bird, and so these days she is often in my thoughts.
I haven’t been doing much drawing lately, but birds always offer a good opportunity to practice. Happy Draw a Bird Day!–hopefully a few fly into your life today as well.
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…
Bird is lonely
Earth asks to play
green grass strolls wildly
trees uproot and wander
flowers climb light
world walking through
“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.”