Time moves west;
other worlds await.
and merge, cast into darkness–
outlines projected against
the last light of day.
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.
Invisible to eyes in daylight
the future waits, unworn. Questions
recast as fire, fate moving
backward to the crossroads.
Neither here nor there,
Seeking refuge in
hidden meanings, beyond.
But when the journey divides
into before and after, what
prediction can find the line between?
A response to Sue Vincent’s prompt this week, Flame.
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.
The Fifth Fact
By Sarah Browning
Clear crystal dew drops
cascade from weeping willows
filling the Koi pond
iridescent circles grow
a frog drinks the falling tears
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.
Touched by tracings of
stars. Holding life as breath in
Spellbound. Network of charms whirled
through passage to safe harbors.
“The magic of childhood is the strangeness of childhood–the uniqueness that makes us see things that other people don’t see.”
“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
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:
I miss Jane’s prompts.
Darkness gathers light
treasure of expanding grace
jewel of vastness
Invitation to enter
follow turn around exchange
For my response to Sue Vincent’s prompt this week, I used as background a photo taken by the Hubble Space Telescope of the Egg Nebula, a dying star 3000 light years away.
The photo actually shows the cloud of dust surrounding the star, as the star can’t be seen directly. How do they know these things? You can read more about it here.
The tanka is for Colleen’s challenge this week. I used “grace” instead of “beauty”, as I think that word is very hard to use in poetry without descending into cliché.
I also did a painted and collaged response, using the mandala form I’m stuck in these days.
Still in need of centering.
Ask these tongues
how can my dreams
shine by day
yet ache like storms
together their music rains
symphony and sky
This was another collaboration with Nina and the Oracle that fit together really easily. We decided to surprise each other today with our artwork and post separately. I punched holes to embroider on the paper, and then decided just to leave the holes. The weird light is because I photographed the collage taped to the window so the sun would shine through the holes.
Undream these endings.
Unspell these words caged by time.
Unsorrow this song.
Between stars watching. Neither
old nor new. At last, complete.