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Portents

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The clouds are cold, still
heavy with winter.  Layers
reveal blue borders.

Earth holds its breath, forecasting.
Throw spring, uncautioned, to wind.

Colleen’s weekly tanka prompt words were clouds and spring, accompanied by the photo, above.  I also used most of the Secret Keeper’s prompt words from this week.

circle spring

(…and we will catch it, gladly.)

Creatures of the Wind

nina simone

I have two pieces of art and a poem inspired by the great Nina Simone and her song “Wild is the Wind” on Marianne Szlyk’s  musical blog “The song is…”  You can see them here, along with a fun essay by Bill Cushing on not driving.  Marianne has also included a link to the song, as well as a variety of other musical pleasures.

“The song is..” features a lot of interesting writing, art, and music, so take a look around while you’re there.

Map

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the map forms
a circle, rhythmic
labyrinth
synchronized
with the tides, the turning of
the moon in earth’s night

the passage
reflected as fire
on water,
as air, wind
beginning in clouds of stars–
an endless return

horizon

For Sue Vincent’s prompt this week, “Horizon”.

 

Shadows Meet

tryst-s-grain

Time moves west;
 other worlds await.
Shadows meet
and merge, cast into darkness–
outlines projected against
the last light of day.

summerhouse silhouetted against a dawn sky

Inspired by Sue Vincent’s prompt, the photo titled “Tryst” , above.  I softened the original collage with a Photoshop filter to give it more of a dusky feeling.

The Darkest Hour

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Invisible to eyes in daylight
the future waits, unworn.  Questions
recast as fire, fate moving
backward to the crossroads.
Neither here nor there,
meeting places
disappear.
Not quite
lost.

Found
in dreams
that circle
unremembered.
Seeking refuge in
hidden meanings, beyond.
But when the journey divides
into before and after, what
prediction can find the line between?

flame

A response to Sue Vincent’s prompt this week, Flame.

Follow the Drinking Gourd

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If the Devil calls,
sing powerful thoughts: a love
that composes hope.

Inscribe celestial paths,
showing the way to freedom.

For Black History Month, the Borough President’s office is hosting an exhibit of quilts by members of the New York Quilters of Color Network.  Some of the quilts incorporate patterns used as codes for travelers on the Underground Railroad.  Seeing the North Star pattern reminded me of the song “Follow the Drinking Gourd”–the drinking gourd being the dipper, home of Polaris, the North Star.

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The North Star here is surrounded by another coded quilt pattern, the Wagon Wheel.  The words are from the secret keeper and Colleen’s tanka challenge this week.

The Fifth Fact
By Sarah Browning

For Ben’s project he must research five facts
about his African-American hero and write them
on posterboard. He chooses Harriet Tubman,
whose five facts are: Her father’s name was Ben.
Her mother’s name was Old Rit. She was born
in 1820 and died in 1913. She was born in Maryland
and died in New York. Ben asks for advice
about his fifth fact and I suggest: She led more than
300 people to freedom. Ben sighs the way he does
now and says, Everyone knows that, Mom.
You can read the rest of Sarah Browning’s wonderful poem here.
If only, Ben.  If only everyone knew their history.

Peace Renga

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Clear crystal dew drops
cascade from weeping willows
filling the Koi pond

iridescent circles grow
a frog drinks the falling tears

orbiting beyond
earthbound sorrow, birds call souls
to return to air

Poets in order of stanza appearance: M. Zane McClellan, Merril D. Smith, Kerfe Roig

Poets for Peace is sponsoring a community renga to promote using words “to light the way” towards a better world.  The last stanza of the poem, above, is my contribution this week, adding to the two previous weeks’ stanzas.  You have until midnight each Friday to add your own thoughts to the chain, here.

Tracings

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Touched by tracings of
stars.  Holding life as breath in
surreal clarity.

Spellbound. Network of charms whirled
through passage to safe harbors.

Original image, left, altered through the magic of Photoshop.  Words for tanka from Colleen and the secret keeper.  Colleen also provided the inspiration image below.

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“The magic of childhood is the strangeness of childhood–the uniqueness that makes us see things that other people don’t see.”
–Maurice Sendak

“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
–Roald Dahl

Drawing Constellations

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Drawing constellations in skies of dream,
landscaped as colors growing wild, extreme,
pulsing surrounding vibrations unseen,
in star-gathered moonlight, whispering beam
unconscious, unlimited, in between

Continuing my recent star theme…I actually did this awhile ago, but I’ve been tweaking the poem on and off.  This is for Jane Dougherty’s last poetry challenge posted back in the end of September.  The poetic form was her own invention:  a single stanza of five lines of ten syllables each, and the five end of line words all rhyme.   Here’s the artwork she provided:

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I miss Jane’s prompts.

Snowflake

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later the world will
be dressed in black white and grey
but now the sun speaks

luminous, blooming like ripe
kisses from an ancient dream

For Colleen’s tanka challenge this week, using the words late and bloom, and the inspirational photo below.