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The morning wakes without rain,
a shimmer of green
appearing from the silhouettes
of the trees scattered between
buildings.  Silence floats
off the glossy reflections
of the windows
holding the rising sun.

I look for Crow flashing
black feathers as he calls
from somewhere I can’t see.
His voice bounces off
the brick and I imagine
he raises his sharp beak,
laughing as he follows
my eyes searching  for the sound.

I have not asked him to speak–
he does not wait for invitations—
I do not for an instant believe
he is without purpose here
on this clear morning calling me
as usual to attention.  Do you
pretend you know me?

he asks, and what can I reply?

How can you ever pretend
to know another when
you cannot even see who
this person is that you carry
with you all the time?
Who is this being that you call
yourself?  What
is their true name?

Another piece of art inspired by Nina–her joyful birds, above.  For the poem, I used a prompt posted awhile ago by Miz Quickly, in which you take lines from a poem and write them every few lines on a piece of paper and fill in the spaces between with your own words.

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As Jane told me recently, it’s hard to find a poem of mine that doesn’t talk about birds.  I used lines from an Adrian C. Louis poem “Magpie in Margaritaville”, which I found in the wonderful Tupelo Press book “Native Voices”.  I couldn’t find a link to the poem online, but you can read about the poet, a member of the Paiute Tribe, here.

Also linking to earthweal, open link weekend.

Following the Thread up at Pure Haiku

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My haiku “Following the Thread” is posted at Pure Haiku today as part of the Emergence series.  My thanks, as always, to Freya Pickard for supporting my work.

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House across the street

Another house from out my window upstairs. This looks like I’m looking down on it which I was. It wasn’t intentional. I just painted what I saw.

Gratitude 11/22/18

A couple of paintings from yesterday and today. This is the house across the street. (It’s not as woodsy as I painted it). I am grateful to have a roof over my head and a heating system that works; it is very cold today.

Another drip painting. Not sure if it’s finished. Happy Thanksgiving to the wonderful WordPress community. Kerfe and I wish you and yours all the best!

Weekend Drawing and Painting 11/12/18

West Street Bridge, Paterson, N.J. From a Paterson photo posted somewhere.

Another drip painting. The colors and shapes never fail to lead me somewhere. In this case possibly a hot mess but fun nevertheless.

Woman with elephant. From a Gucci ad I saw somewhere.

Have a good week.

Painting 11/7/18

It’s hard to believe that Kerfe and I (mostly Kerfe) have been posting art on this blog for four (almost five) years. I doubt I’d be painting much at all if Kerfe hadn’t suggested doing this. I will try my best to cover while she takes a short break.

More fooling around with the ProCreate app for iPad. I must admit I like actual paint better but I get a kick out of playing around with this app.

Lovely day here in Northern NJ. Enjoy!

Weekend Painting 11/05/18

I did some painting over the weekend. This one I called “Angel in Dismay”. Is an explanation needed? I am very concerned over the election tomorrow although I live in a bubble, the typical “wealthy Northern New Jersey suburb”. We’re all pretty much a bunch of liberals. It’s the rest of the country I’m worried about.

Two figures. Where does this come from? I just start painting and stuff emerges.

The start of a drip painting. I’ll post it tomorrow if I finish it today.

A rainy Monday here. Today is my mother’s birthday. She would have been 97 and probably would have hated that. She never became an “old lady”. Hopefully that will also be my fate although this year I will turn 70. I guess you could say that’s old. But I feel the same as ever.

Fish

I’ve always found it relaxing drawing fish. This is one done with a set of inks I recently got. I’ve been in a slump due to a combination of working more hours and not having a good workspace.

Current workspace. An old computer desk in my husband’s (messy, unused) office.

No excuse though, really, for not painting. Art is my truth. I need to find the time to do it no matter what.

Opening Echo

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Unintended pause–
folding the absence inward,
into the presence

Keeping the hidden—the not
that fills the where without end

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  What wonderful colors to work with!  A magical fairy tale setting.

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Hidden Face

I’m not sure if this is done but I’m posting it anyway.

It is super hot in NJ and also the first day of school. I see parents picking up now (I live by a school) so I think they let them out early. Really need to air condition our aging schools here!