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#16 The Tower

the tower s

The Tower—
sudden chaos burns
illusion–
destruction
releases unbuilds the self—
the questions remain

Sue Vincent’s photo prompt this week, above, immediately reminded me of the tarot card for The Tower.  At one point I had an idea to do all the Major Arcana in collage–I’ve done the Fool a number of times, and also the Wheel of Fortune, but I never got any further than that.  Still, the symbols and imagery are always a rich source of inspiration.  And this card seems particularly apt for the state of the world right now.

In a faraway galaxy (a long time ago)

decay 2s

galaxy magnetic

I decided to challenge the Magnetic Oracle with a Rhyme Royal as per the dVerse prompt.  I had no idea where I was going to end up with either words or art.  After my word consultation, I arranged some monoprints in my bin in a few different ways and picked the photo of the one I liked best.  It seems I can’t escape what is going on in the world…

A vast blue rhythm haunted by a star
devoured by living in time’s darkest eye
Our home bleeds fire remembering the air
a foolish ghost with windows made of sky
sailing poisoned breath as oceans cry
we listen to the universe decay
and linger broken dying with each day

 

Friday the 13th (Remainders)

bones comp

What do shadows cast portend?
Roll the bones, he said, roll the bones.
The beginning has no end.
Roll the bones, he said, roll the bones.

Roll the bones, he said, roll the bones.
In the void all light is lost.
Roll the bones, he said, roll the bones.
Reassembled, double-crossed.

In the void all light is lost.
What is seen is not revealed.
Reassembled, double-crossed.
What was known has been concealed.

What is seen is not revealed.
Roll the bones, he said, roll the bones.
What was known has been concealed.
Roll the bones, he said, roll the bones.

Roll the bones, he said, roll the bones.
The beginning has no end.
Roll the bones, he said, roll the bones.
What do shadows cast portend?

 

Haunted

haunted 1s

No clear path exists–
I see only haunted mist–
footsteps disappear.

The silence harbors ghostlight–
landscape of omens and signs.

haunted 2s

Tanka for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge.  I did a drip painting on some very wet rice paper, which ended up causing a hole in the paper.  I had to put it on some watercolor paper to stabilize it and left it there to dry.  So I ended up with three variations.

haunted 3s

The top one is both layers together, the middle one is the rice paper alone (on black), and the bottom one is the watercolor paper with the color as it soaked through.

 

Sanctuary

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sanctuary magnetic

Seed spirit with gentle moon songs–
a river of light
shining quiet paths through air

Listen as trees murmur secrets
to rock cloud bird and sun

Let earth follow the sacred seasons–
growing fertile in peace,
alive and full rooted–
a sanctuary of hope

A quadrille of hope for De at dVerse and all her fellow Las Vegans, with the usual wise aid of the magnetic Oracle.

 

Draw a Bird Day: Hawk

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We’ve misplaced our wings.
The shape on the window ledge–
how it flies!

Not quite yet lighter than air,
you are rising from the grave of pain.
We’ve misplaced our wings.

Skimming the surface of a wistful longing
I hover, shrouded in myself.
The shape on the window ledge

Waiting, watching.
Soundless, suddenly gone–
how it flies!

Being currently obsessed with monoprints, I had to try it with a bird.  I had just seen a red-tailed hawk out the kitchen window on a window ledge across the street from a friend I was visiting.  No matter how often I see one, it’s always thrilling.

hawkprint 2s

The poem is another cascade.  My friend is well on the mend from a summer in and out of the hospital, and it seemed to me a good sign.  But don’t we all long for such majestic wings?

Currents

currents comp

currents magnetic

Monoprints and words for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, below, in consultation with the Magnetic Oracle.

listen to the shadows
breathing light
filled with ancient suns–
a murmur of stone
between wandering paths
of tree spirits and secret air

Also linked to dVerse Open Link Night.

 

Questions (still, again)

kalamazoo s

Mourning? is
From of killed but spaces why? morning reply no what.
Where? more it when? tomorrow killed has and.
Black another questions wear gun color of sorrow and again just;
Shots unfilled.
Remain will the empty.

ethel lance

I wanted to acknowledge Las Vegas.  The dVerse prompt to ignore grammatical rules seemed a good way to reflect our country’s continued loss of syntax.  But when I went to write something it just seemed I had nothing more to say.  A quick look through the MTM archives counted at least 13 previous posts related to gun violence.  Remember the shootings in Kalamazoo in February 2016?  That’s what the black grid above was done for.

daniel simmons

The two faces above?  Victims of Dylann Roof in 2015.  And below, cops killed while sitting in their patrol car in NYC in 2014.

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But wear.
Gun of again another why? color more empty is sorrow remain.
Of killed killed;
From what and the just black spaces;
Has and will no it questions shots unfilled.
Mourning? reply.
Morning where? when? Tomorrow

no peace s

Every day 88 people die by gun violence in the United States.

To make the poems above, I took what I had written for Kalamazoo, and plugged it into the Dada Poetry Generator.  I did it about 15 times; all the results were pretty accurate as reflections of my jumbled feelings, and I chose two to use in this post.  You can see the original poem here.

never ending

Jimmy Kimmel said everything I want to say and more in his monologue the other night.

in memory of s

12/14/2012

Charlotte Bacon, 2/22/2006
Daniel Barden, 9/25/2005
Olivia Engel, 7/18/2006
Josephine Gay, 12/11/2005
Ana M Marquez-Greene, 4/4/2006
Dylan Hockley, 3/8/2006
Madeleine F Hsu, 7/10/2006
Catherine V Hubbard – 6/8/2006
Chase Kowalski, 10/31/2005
Jesse Lewis, 6/30/2006
James Mattioli, 3/22/2006
Grace McDonnell, 11/4/2005
Emilie Parker, 5/12/2006
Jack Pinto, 5/6/2006
Noah Pozner, 11/20/2006
Caroline Previdi, 9/7/2006
Jessica Rekos, 5/10/2006
Avielle Richman, 10/17/2006
Benjamin Wheeler, 9/12/2006
Allison N Wyatt, 7/3/2006
Rachel Davino, 7/17/198
Dawn Hochspring, 6/28/1965
Anne Marie Murphy, 7/25/1960
Lauren Russeau, 6/8/1982
Mary Sherlach, 2/11/1956
Victoria Soto, 11/04/1985

 

once again we ask:
why?  no answer.  no words left.
a prayer:  have mercy.

All art from previous posts on the occasion of death by gunfire in the news.

Learning to Fly

tom petty 1s

Working on a mystery, going where it leads.  Into the great wide open under skies of blue.  Will you sail into the heavens, constellations in your eyes?  A red-winged hawk is circling.

White light cuts a scar in the sky.  Take it to the heart; face up to your soul.  Stand in the moonlight.  You belong somewhere you feel free.

The shape of the mist–
feels like something from a dream–
you’re learning to fly.

Songs quoted: Running Down a Dream, Into the Great Wide Open, The Dark of the Sun, You and I Will Meet Again, Luna, The Waiting, You Can Still Change Your Mind, Only a Broken Heart, Wildflowers, The Waiting, Learning to Fly

tom petty 2s

Words from Tom Petty and Colleen’s poetry challenge.

Signs

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Time slept curled in a hollow tree
–miz quickly

hole 1s

The tree grew like antlers.
It waited.
Like a tree, the antlers grew.

Tree and antlers twined
endured and multiplied.
The tree grew like antlers.

The silence of bones.
Welcome or warning?
It waited.

A hidden refuge.
Eternal, opposed.
Like a tree, the antlers grew.

Miz Quickly asked us to consider a line from one of her discarded poems.  I thought the line quoted at the beginning of the post fit well with Sue Vincent’s photo prompt this week, above.

skulls s

The poem is a Cascade, a form suggested by Janice at On the Land when I published “Deep”, not having written down what form I used.  Although it ended up that “Deep” was a Villanelle, the Cascade form appealed to me, so I’ve used it here.