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steal away

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“Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.”
–W.B. Yeats

arise, fly–

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follow the soundings–

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radiant
gravities

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beyond paths already crossed–

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openings unkeyed

Going back to Jane Dougherty’s Day Thirteen of her Month with Yeats for this Shadoma November poem that also uses the Secret Keeper’s words as inspiration.  And more birdlings.

arise, fly–
follow the soundings–
radiant
gravities
beyond paths already crossed–
openings unkeyed

I’m also linking this to dVerse, poems about animal/human connections–don’t we all want to fly?

 

Do you hear me (now)

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These visions
like spiders preying–
memories
capturing
threads, trapped and tangled, wishes
magnified in glass

My response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt this week, above.

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And another shadorma for Shadorma November, sponsored by along the interstice.

Crossroads

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I’m pleased to be part of the MONSTER series at Pure Haiku.

Between sharpened teeth
in whirling water you ride–
impossible times

What Grows Here? (part 2)

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“Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?”
–Yeats

Crown falls with
angels and stars, laughs,
becomes seeds–
now singing,
calling to earth’s children—Come!
Touch the sacred skies!

When I saw the quote from Day Sixteen of Jane Dougherty’s Month with Yeats, I was immediately reminded of a collage I had done for one of her poetry challenges from 2016.  I know the collage well because it is one of my favorites from all the work I’ve done.  I decided to do a poem and some artwork and then look back at the challenge and the poem I had written in response originally.

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Interestingly, the original challenge from Jane consisted of the shadorma form, and that’s what I wrote today, as I’m participating in On the Interstice’s Shadorma November.  And it’s eerily similar to the poem I wrote today as well, and also works equally well with the Yeats quote.

What grows here?
the mystery of
opposites
combining
cells dividing reaching toward
the sky’s endless crown

I’m not going to speculate on the implications of it all…

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Here’s the original post, and a link also to Jane’s Poetry Challenge #17.

Also linking to dVerse open link night.

Passing

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“Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
and Usna’s children died.”
–Yeats

passing magnetic

Today is Veteran’s Day, and the quote from Day Nine of Jane Dougherty’s month with Yeats seemed an appropriate inspiration.  So many dead, so much destruction…  While remembering those who fought, and keep on fighting, our endless wars, we might also ask ourselves:  what have we learned?  what are we doing to keep it from happening again and again?

Crushed forest
ripping the sun bare–
never will
sky or wind
recall blood’s shadow without
black and bitter rain.

Shadorma for November composed with help from the Magnetic Oracle.

 

Conduit

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Do you be
lieve the cleansing
power of
white water
the healing silence of black
stone the space that opens?

Seekers of light–
spores suddenly green.

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  Besides the monoprint with collage, above, I did the monoprint below.  At least one other response I’ve seen saw an animal in the green …this one appeared, unplanned.

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Reverse

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Reverse the river–
sing me back the rules of time–
chaos as a gift

Is each battle an ending?
or just a rough interlude?

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A tanka (of sorts) with prompt words from Colleen and the Secret Keeper.  The art is also an “of sorts”–monoprint.  These days I’m just trying things to see what happens.  And then I can photo them in different ways to see what happens too.

 

The Subject is Muses

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Play. With words.  Images.  From images. (and words).  Juxtaposition.  Borrowing.  The sound of silence.  The dancing of music and time.  Nonsense. (and sensibility).  Geometry.  Story, myth, oracle, dream.  Serendipity.  What is the question? (no answers, please).  Thank you.

Birds.

Sometimes in winter–
summer might as well be spring–
autumn in New York.

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dVerse wants to know the “why” of our poetic style.  In a haibun.

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Yes, the birdlings are back.

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Spiral

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spiral magnetic

Like seeds breathing a path
through stone,
wind wanders between wild
and free.

Ask the air to grow rooted
and nights will no longer flower
with moon spirit.

Listen as secrets follow seasons–
dark cold light bright–
withering into deep green
beneath ancient rain.

I started with the word “free” and the Magnetic Oracle took it from there.  For dVerse Quadrille #40.

 

Away

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Soaring still, waiting–
horizon extends beyond
legends, out of view

Water blurs the sand and sky
to reflect gossamer wings

Once again, multiple results from my monoprinting, and multiple sources for the art and poem.  First, Sue Vincent’s (as always) evocative photo, above, “Fading”.

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I also used the words from Colleen’s #Poetry Challenge #49 and the Secret Keeper’s prompt #104.

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For the art, I did some monoprints using some Japanese steamer filters that I found on Amazon when I was looking for round paper.  The holes meant I had to put additional paper on top when I was transferring the images, and I’ve used some of those pieces as well.

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I did a lot of prints and tried out a lot of different arrangements.   These are the ones that I thought best had the feel of the photo and poem.