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Sailing, it becomes a star

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set adrift,
immersed and baptized–
breath held tight
breaking like the shades of waves
on cerebral shores

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I haven’t done one of the Secret Keeper’s prompts for awhile.  The words were just right for my painting.



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The sands of time flow
out of the hourglass, and years
fall backwards, crossing

through endings to ways that lead
before, accumulating—

Neither time nor life
can be saved and spent later–
it is always now

or yesterday retreating,
a hazy remembering,

the details broken
into shreds of brittle bones,
skull lurking beneath

a façade as fragile as
a wine glass, spilling with blood—

All those shiny words
lining flower-strewn pathways–
unvoiced, fallow, mute.

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.

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It’s Paisley
Park.  No, it’s the dog
us, the song
unsung, tangled and unformed,
a gathered ghosting.

Do you see
the fish, wandering
in thin air?
Molecules abandoned to
endless departures.

Now exhale:
trust this unknown space.
cleanses luck,
translates possibility,
conjures shift to where.

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What made me think of Prince?  Another of life’s mysteries…

Inspired by Colleen’s words this week, a shadorma series of fresh beginnings.



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Put it together–
give it wings, luminescence–
send it like a star

joining myth to mystery,
the unkempt shadows of night—

Go, fill it with sound,
ringing and dancing around
the core of the tree—

Mend its beginning, the dark
of the seeded centering—

Release it into
exhalations of wonder,
a netted ceiling

filling the cracked branches with
a shared ancestry of light

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  It goes nicely with my theme today of branches.

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On Becoming a Point of Light

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My poem, “On Becoming a Point of Light”, inspired by Guido Reni’s painting, “Saint Joseph with the Infant Jesus”, is one of ten responses posted at The Ekphrastic Review.  You can read it here. Thanks once again to Lorette C. Luzajic for featuring my work.

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We haven’t quite fitted ourselves into the New Year yet, but Nina and I are going to start posting again after our 2018 break.  I don’t seem to be ready to leave the circles yet, being unsure of what direction I want to go.  I feel like I need to start all over again, and beginnings are always difficult for me.  So there may be some aimless wandering first, or maybe for quite awhile.  As Yogi Berra said wisely, “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”

Happy New Year!

we look into water, unreflected

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the sun barely seen–
grey on grey glowing—we rise,
misting, light-headed–

our feet look for gravity–
unattached, we need mending,

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we need anchorage–
a quiet cove, tree walls and
a ceiling of stars–

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unshadowed, we are remade–
molecules falling apart

into nebulas


This is for Sue Vincent’s photo challenge this week, above.  I promised Nina I would try to post something.

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Death is a complex space, like the spirits it contains.  May their journeys always be filled with the infinite light of stars.

Wishing everyone the happiest of holidays.  I’ll be back for real in January.



Poem at The Ekphrastic Review

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My poem “Holy”, inspired by the art of Bahman Mohassess, is up at The Ekphrastic Review, along with 12 other diverse responses.  Thanks to editor Lorette Luzajic for featuring my work, and introducing me to this wonderful artist.

I am still dealing with family medical issues, so will be on break awhile longer.  As Nina said on Thanksgiving, there is always much to be grateful for, and we send our thanks and good wishes out to everyone for their friendship and support.

The Silence of Bones

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I want to once again thank Freya Pickard for featuring one of my haiku as part of the Portal Series on Pure Haiku.  You can read it here.

I will be taking a few weeks off from posting to deal with ongoing family medical issues, but I will try to check in with WordPress every once in awhile to see what’s going on.  And Nina will still be posting her work every few days, so we won’t be totally absent.


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I thought I would visit the Oracle this week to see what She had to say about Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.

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  I had already done my painting, and I guess it’s not surprising that the Oracle confirmed that many treasures lie below the surface, even in the darkest times.

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rocks breathe ancient bones,
fertile earth of pure starlight–
deep spirit rivers

climbing windpaths into air–
the murmuring of seedsong



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fill with
ancient woodsong–
earth provides a bier,
untroubled by short days,
groves of lengthening shadows–
sleeping undisturbed, deep, waiting,
threads gather in anticipation–
life awakening to become itself

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Ethereee for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday words, afraid and grave.

Also linked to dVerse open link night.