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Robin welcomes the day

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song remains as light–
an aural after-image
reflected in green

opening the door to spring–
releasing the burdened night

I missed Draw-a-Bird Day yesterday (again!) but Colleen’s words for Tanka Tuesday were just right for a tribute to the earliest singer of my neighborhood’s dawn.

 

Beggar’s Ride

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What lies beyond up?

Shadows, a winding staircase,
a journey without end.

Clouds traveling unwalled–
a fool’s ship, a beggar’s ride,
a castle in the sky.

My response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  I wanted to try one of Jane Dougherty’s “42” poems–I love a question to start a poem–so that’s the form I used here.

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I had an idea to combine brush paintings of horses with collage, although this wasn’t what I was thinking when I did the horses.  Mostly I used horse sculptures as references for my painting, but this one was done from a photo of a horse.  I’ll get to the other idea using the other paintings I think.

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full earth

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I consulted the Magnetic Oracle for a haiku to go with my May grid.

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moon blossoms between
rain root and seed song—bird boughs
blanket the wild wind

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May Day

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Breath held, returning
we rise, dance the beginning
open to the sun.

Spiraling blessings hum wind,
blood lines quickening, bowing.

For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, with synonyms for sing and celebrate.  This painting/embroidery is one of the Joan Mitchell inspired pieces I was working on for NaPoWriMo and didn’t finish.  So it’s still in progress.  I will definitely complete this one, but the rest may be put on hold (along with a pile of others…)

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I’m feeling at loose ends, and I need to put my work space in order so I can find what I’m looking for.  Still many boxes unopened as well.  Time to regroup…but May is starting out with plenty of sunshine!  That feels good.

what is it good for? (#9)

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the
long and
short of war
is recorded
in absence—spattered
between the holes in the
skin of ordinary lives–
those empty spaces echoing
with unknowing, with what could have been

Day 30 of NaPoWriMo linked us to oddness for inspiration–I clicked on “Pieces of History” first and was immediately confronted with war, long and short.  There’s no escaping it, it seems.

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When Nina and I first started our blog, I was doing mostly art, trying to make it a regular practice again.  One of the series I did then was called “what is it good for?” #8 was posted in 2014…and so it goes, the same question continues.  With #9, a nonet.

I want to thank the NaPoWriMo hosting site for connecting me to so many wonderful poets and pieces of writing, and for helping me actually do 30 poems for the first time.

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And to Joan Mitchell, for inspiring every piece of art I made for NaPoWriMo.  The works that I used as references are below.

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offerings

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these wells of wishes–
falling up into the air–
held by waves of light

For NaPoWriMo Day 29 and Sue Vincent’s photo prompt above.

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logo-napowrimoArt inspired by Joan Mitchell’s “Grande Vallee”.

 

 

 

Postcard for Nina

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Dear Friend,

I got lost in another dream. I was on the edge, searching for a map.  I fell onto the blue river of time.  The flowers growing together inside the stars cast me home with song, just like you do.

Love, Me

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I started with “dear friend”, and the Oracle sent me a lovely message for Nina.  This blog, and my art and writing, would not be here without her encouragement and support.  Thank you my friend!

logo-napowrimoFor NaPoWriMo Day 28.  Almost there…

Collage inspired by Joan Mitchell’s painting “Ici”.

 

Wheel of Fortune (X)

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Wheel turning over like a key
opening fate and chance and time.
In all directions destiny–
still center scatters fortune blind.

Lost in all possibility–
searching the hands and face for signs.
Wheel turning over like a key
opening fate and chance and time.

Shadowed by what may never be–
turning into a circled line–
all paths will mirror and rewind
exposing doors no one can see–

Wheel turning over like a key.

Day 27 of NaPoWriMo asks us to look to the Tarot for inspiration.   I’ve done the Wheel of Fortune before, but one of my watercolors based on Joan Mitchell’s “Blue Tondo” was a perfect fit.

The poetic form I used is Rondel.

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I Become Clichéd

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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.

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for NaPoWriMo Day 26, inspired by Robert Okaji’s “Helinski

and one of Joan Mitchell’s sunflower paintings

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