My skull is clouded, mute. My eyes can’t penetrate the storm of fog. I wake at night with brain burning–not red fire, but an uncomfortably warm, rough, choking smoke. There seems to be no ending; the black and white video merges into exaggerations of grey. All maneuvers lead back into themselves. I am ill with unease.
Trees stand leafless, calm.
Earth is soaked in melting snow–
awash in waiting.
Like a murmuring moon,
my lunation turns and repeats,
As indistinct as air–
unbroken darkness veiled
in expanding light.
Before and after become lost–
the shifting rhymes
The edge waxes and wanes.
The colors blend and unrainbow–
silent, dazzled, unforeseen.
A quadrille for dVerse (murmur), which also includes this week’s words from the Secret Keeper. It was also inspired by Frank Tassone’s hazy moon challenge, although I’m not sure these verses meet any real criteria for haiku.
“Curse not the king, no, not even in thy thoughts, and curse not the rich in thy bedchamber; for a bird of the air shall carry thy voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.” –Ecclesiastes 10:20
Black is for nothing
waiting—shadow bird, mirrored
particles of air
of skies that open
wings, hold inside the absent
voice that shatters all
which is, which becomes,
which hath grown darkness—veiled words
Nothing is waiting,
nothing sings but the silence.
All is black on black,
formless, flying on
feathers’ breath, and all shall be
now and forever
nothing nothing no
thing nothing nothing nothing
nothing nothing no
cries no conjuring–
every thing zeros falls in
to black as black is–
Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge this week is “Raven”. I have many a crow poem and many pieces of crow art in some form of completion, and this is a poem I’ve been worrying for awhile. I changed its form recently from a series of shadormas to haikus. I think the shorter stanzas are better. But it’s still a work in progress.
Yesterday I was walking on 153rd Street, which borders Trinity Cemetery, and I heard some crows–then many many crows–looking up, a murder, circling and calling against the blue sky. I haven’t seen that in the city before. And I thought, well, I have artwork for that too.
What it signified I don’t yet know.
My dream is singing
my dream is death rising
My dream calls spirits
my dream frees ghosts that are me
My dream is all eyes
my dream is everywhere here
Trust the keeper
trust the howling caught inside
trust the chaos and the night
I know some cultures have 13 names for the moon year, but I’m going with this being the Blue Wolf Moon. Hopefully, a harbinger of better times for all–
Opposite is what? See mirrors
of waters shimmering beyond borders,
forming visions. Images shatter.
What are realities? Here is there–
nowhere to go but around. Circles.
Time changes light.
Light changes what is unseen.
The answer will echo and move
between. Always and both,
particle and wave, wave and particle,
both. And always between.
Move, and echo will answer. The
unseen is what changes light.
Light changes time,
circles around. But go to nowhere–
there is here. Realities are what
shatter images–visions forming
borders beyond shimmering waters of
mirrors. See what is. Opposite.
dVerse challenged us to use one of Sharon Knight’s beautiful landscapes to inspire. I used her photo “Kaleidoscopy”, above. Perfect for a Rorschach painting and a palindrome poem.
This is my original painting; the top one is “enhanced” in Photoshop. My favorite way to spend time–playing with colors, shapes, and words.
hunting, calling, longing,
gathering beginnings and ends–
I haven’t tried a cinquain for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge yet, but it seemed to fit the beautiful full moon of the New Year. I often find strict rules help in focusing my thoughts, and that was definitely the case here.
And no, you haven’t seen the last of that moon in my art and words…
The Collage Box Oracle was insistent–I kept finding words I’d dropped on the floor…
How to render silence? I thought of records, LPs, the different tracks, the spaces between. That line that both separated and connected. Lost now to the digital world of playlists.
For dVerse, a sighting of silence.
Let there be winter–
wild sound, indefinable–
adorn birth with stars.
My collage/poem “The Alternate Inaugural Address 2017” is up at the ERASE-TRANSFORM Poetry Project: “Beginning with the inauguration speech, we seek submissions that take that rhetoric and draw out life-affirming poetry.”
I printed out Trump’s inaugural speech and cut up all the words and put them in an envelope, selecting nine words to use for my poem.
The rest of the words I glued randomly in an overlapping spiral around a photo of the stars.
In the center I collaged the speech I wish had been given that day.
You can read more about the project and submit your own transformed speeches here. And do read some of the other wonderful spirit-lifting poetic speeches that have been submitted.
My thanks to editor Kelly Lenox for printing my poem/collage. And thanks to Trish Hopkinson for her post about the project (and all the wonderful information she gathers for writers on her blog).