Abundance

Fruit decays
and becomes its seed,
abandoned,
earthcovered–
in departing it arrives,
abiding, waiting,

becoming–
is it a choice? Who
chooses which
seeds take root?
Is it a random journey
sleepwalking, rising

into orbed
skies, into flowers,
into green
and wildness,
reaching outward reaching through–
bequeathed into self?

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt above.  In my default form, shadorma.

Landscape 8/11/18

A rainy Saturday in northern NJ. Hope everyone is having a good weekend.

“when the leaves turn inside out you know it’s going to rain”. That’s what my sister used to say and she was right.

Interrupted by Form

How do we
return the gift of
death?  How do
we unfold
the wrapping, respond to bone
disrobed and fragile?

How do we
sweep the sky, catch soul
patterns made
of flying
light?  How do we count the years
back into remains?

Inspired by Sue Vincent’s photo prompt above.

 

8/5/18 Weekend Painting

A second small painting on the pad of canvas Kerfe gave me. These are pretty densely layered with drips and color/image added later.

I have another totally different one in progress. I will work on it today.

It is very hot in these parts (but not as hot as, say, India). Everyone says the summer is flying by and it seems true. Hope everyone is having a good weekend! N.

No Crows

What message
this black performance?
retrograde
running through
the clash of silence unbound,
stark with intention.

Misplaced, those
promises—passwords
forgotten,
erased and
unfigured—transparent streaks
against darking skies.

Jane Dougherty’s raven poem reminded me to visit the Secret Keeper’s words this week, and also reminded me of the various crows demanding my attention as I go about my life.  Sounds of silence (for dVerse).

Art inspired by Joan, Joni, and Vincent.

 

August 2018

Sun fractures my sight–
eyes squinting—landscape breaking–
fevered, tense, thirsting

Elemental oasis–
shifting from was to will be

Back to my monthly grid and another collage.

The world indeed seems to be in retrograde right now.  Perhaps the tide will turn soon…

 

Marker

If I rise,
cleave into landscape,
will I merge
with background,
become boundless?  Be part of
instead of apart?

A shadorma for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  I haven’t been working in collage for awhile, so it felt good to get out scissors and paste again.

Ciphering

I’m mapping the wind–
an idea to carry,
gravity released.

No more searching for lost words—
at the vertex, spiraling.

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, and Colleen’s poetry challenge with synonyms for inspiration and plan.

I’m still circling around.

 

Painting over the weekend

I was itching to paint this weekend. I realized there was a good spot in my husband’s “office” so I plunked myself down in there. Nice light in there.

This one started as a drawing on canvas paper (part of Kerfe’s Christmas gift). Being a landscape I had to go in with watercolor and gouache. Felt good to be painting!

offerings

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.

Art inspired by Joan Mitchell’s “Grande Vallee”.