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Do you hear me (now)

do you hear me 1s

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.

do you hear me 3s

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

Moonlight (after Edvard Munch)

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‘The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,’ —W.B. Yeats

moonlight magnetic

I went to see the Edvard Munch show at the Met Breuer and I was really pleased to see “Moonlight”, which Jane Dougherty used for a prompt in 2016 (Jane’s prompts stay with me), and which I had done a collage and a poem for.  I could not get a good photo of the full painting because of all the people looking at it, but it has lots of dimension and subtle color changes that you can’t see in the online reproduction below.

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When I went back to look at my original collage, I had used a section of the painting only as inspiration…I remembered the large face.  And once again, the poem is not that different from the one the Magnetic Oracle gifted me with…there seems to be a pattern here.

moonlit shadows s

winding beneath the
tangles of neural pathways
I follow myself,
moonlit shadows reflecting
mirages deep, heavy, dark

I was also thinking about a question Crow at Words and Feathers asked in a recent poem:  what sound does a shadow make?  Since I’m always talking about shadows, I’m sure I’ll revisit the idea again.

The pounding
of blood the whisper
of shadow
the stillness
of reflected light—dreams sail
bare beneath dark moons

I reworked the original collage a few times, and I’m sure I’ll do the same for the one I did today…it needs to sit for awhile first, but I’m definitely not satisfied with it.  At least the Oracle is being cooperative with Shadorma November.

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…

sacred skies 2s

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

Also linking to dVerse open link night.

Beach I Ching 15

30 fire comp

#30  Li  Fire

Clarity–
illuminating
fire with fire–
transforming
intersections of endings–
beginning to rise

I was amazed to see that it’s been almost a year since my last Beach I Ching post.  I’ve been working on this one for awhile, though.  The symbol of fire has shown up a lot for me this year.  Li is a doubling of fire, reflecting its dual nature of creation and destruction.  This hexagram is also called Radiance, Clarity, Sun, Transformation–it has many manifestations.  The Chinese characters are also sometimes said to resemble a bird captured in a net.

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“Do not think at the moments when you see no light that there is no light at all.”
–Fritz Blok

“It is good to see what you have lost and mourn it, to let grief flow, like time.”
–Barrett

“Take what is important and let the rest go.”
–Karcher

Collage with painted bird, photo of objects collected on the beach, and another shadorma for Shadorma November.

You can see all the Beach I Ching posts here.

 

Beyond Years

faces comp 1

“With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones”
–Yeats

What remains.
Gone silent.  Unseen.
Raining still.
Dark, cold, hard.
Unchanting verses of stone
through fossilized eyes.

faces 2 comp

I’ve gone back to Day Three of Jane Dougherty’s Month with Yeats.  The references for the drawings were photos of medieval sculptured faces.

medieval face 2s

And a shadorma for Shadorma November.

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.

 

November 2017

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In this chill
remembering the past–
breath catching
what is gone–
exhaling hard, inhaling
portents and promise

Late with my grid this month too…but then autumn took it’s time to arrive as well.  They are promising the first freeze of the season tonight.

And another shadorma for Shadorma November.

Nina is still betwixt and between with her job–as we all know, nothing gets done in a timely way these days.  But she will return soon, I promise!

 

detour

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A window.
A mirror crossing
the threshold.
Refracting
light in matter and spirit–
the boundaries melt.

I’m a little late for Sue Vincent’s “eye” photo prompt from November 2, above.  But not as late as I can sometimes be!

detour s

And it was easy to pick the poetic form:  another shadorma, for Shadorma November at along the interstice.  The art continues my obsession with monoprints.

 

 

 

Intersections

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Here are stars:
galaxied deceit,
time echoed
in jeweled
mirrors, images captured
perfect and untouched

Silver hands
with golden voices:
waves disguised
as dances,
unbeholden to any
partnering of song

Companions
chasing satellites:
unmingled,
unanchored,
held in light journeying far
from harbors unknown

Extreme star cluster bursts into life in new Hubble image

Credit: ESA/Hubble; NASA, ESA and the Hubble Heritage (STScI/AURA)-ESA/Hubble Collaboration

It’s draw-a-bird day once again, and since I haven’t drawn any birds recently, the birdlings are filling in.  Also I would say I’m killing several prompts with one stone, but no killing on this blog–birds, prompts, or otherwise.

birdlings in space 2s

The dVerse Hubble Space prompt (see photo above) fits in nicely with Jane Dougherty’s day 7 Yeats quote from ‘To the Rose Upon the Rood of Time’

‘…stars, grown old

In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,

Sing in their high and lonely melody.’

and I’ve managed 3 more shadorma verses for the along the interstice November shadorma challenge too.

Happy Draw-a-Bird day!  But every day is a good day for thinking about birds, the cosmos, or poetry.

 

#16 The Tower

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The Tower—
sudden chaos burns
illusion–
destruction
releases unbuilds the self—
the questions remain

Sue Vincent’s photo prompt this week, above, immediately reminded me of the tarot card for The Tower.  At one point I had an idea to do all the Major Arcana in collage–I’ve done the Fool a number of times, and also the Wheel of Fortune, but I never got any further than that.  Still, the symbols and imagery are always a rich source of inspiration.  And this card seems particularly apt for the state of the world right now.