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February 2018 – Issue 33

Originally posted on the light ekphrastic:
We are pleased to share the work of the following artists and writers in the 33rd issue of The Light Ekphrastic: Sandy Coomer – Descending Night, Tracks (art) Katie Manning – How I Measure Your Body, One Way to Use a Deck of Cards (poetry) Nicole Ostrowski – Congrats from the Afterlife,…

Headway

23 names for snow s

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.

 

An old collage, but I think it works well with the grey-themed haibun, done for dVerse.  I also used word prompts from Colleen and the Secret Keeper.

Between

between full comp

The path connects the path divides,
the sky is rising like a tree–
the ending moves, retreats, and hides
what is, is not, has yet to be.

The sky is rising like a tree,
the land grows following behind
what is, is not, has yet to be–
an offering returned in kind.

The land grows following behind
the dance of water, spirits, earth–
an offering returned in kind–
a trance, a dream, remembered birth.

A dance of water, spirits, earth–
the ending moves, retreats and hides
a trance, a dream, remembered birth–
the path connects the path divides.

A pantoum for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  I love the rhythm of circular dance that this form always evokes for me.

between close up wood s

I photographed the art on many many backgrounds; it looked different on each one.  But I kept going back to these two:  vivid blue and wood floor.  Each brings out a different aspect of the painting/collage.

between close up blue s

 

Pathways

pathways 1s

pathways magnetic

my wild roots wander,
longing to breathe blue into
green, seed into wind,

beneath the moon growing full–
yearnings climbing air and light

I consulted the Oracle with Colleen’s words this week in hand.  I tried to go in one direction, but, as usual, the Oracle knew where she wanted to go, and went there, taking me along.  The art is part of a larger piece “in process”–but it seemed to fit the words.

 

Year of the Dog

dog 1s

Every dog
has its day—top dog,
shaggy dog,
dirty dog–
everybody and their dog–
going to the dogs.

In dog years,
it’s a dog’s life.  Put
on the dog,
hot dog, hot
diggety dog.  Tail wagging
the dog.  Lucky dog.

Walk the dog
and call off the dogs.
Teach the old
dog new tricks.
(on the internet no one
knows you’re dogging it).

bliss s

I’m going with the prediction that this Brown Earth Dog year of 2018 will see a rise of social consciousness and environmental awareness, and the return of generosity and feelings of fellowship and community.

Our language is filled with phrases that include the word “dog”.  I had fun stringing some of them together with a multi-patterned dog mask as accompaniment.  And you can see my original post about Bliss, the dog pictured above, here.

Enough

red rain mandala s

Instead of your child,
alive, we are sending you
our thoughts and our prayers.

For dVerse, brevity.

Koan Collage: Free Your Mind

free your mind s

Empty out
all those illusions
and just be
the deep blue
sea, the force of green earth, the
nothing, listening.

ClearCatrin Welz-Stein Tutt'Art@

This collage koan was inspired by the dVerse prompt to respond to the wonderful art of Catrin Welz-Stein, above.  I did my collage and poem before I looked on her website for the title of the art:  “Free Your Mind”.  Perfect.

free your mind words s

I did this in two parts.  First, the background, above (without words).

free your mind butterflies s

Then the top piece.  I put them together and added the words.

Visit the website of this amazing artist:   Catrin Welz-Stein, featured at https://www.redbubble.com/de/people/catrinarno?ref=account-nav-dropdown&asc=

What a wonderful prompt!  Thanks Lillian and Catrin!

From One to the Next

lunation s

Like a murmuring moon,
my lunation turns and repeats,
always unfinished.

As indistinct as air–
unbroken darkness veiled
in expanding light.

Before and after become lost–
the shifting rhymes
remain untamed.

The edge waxes and wanes.
The colors blend and unrainbow–
silent, dazzled, unforeseen.

lunation close up s

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.

Sanctuary

sanctuary s

The day is grey
along the way
forever dying

I don’t know why
but somehow I
just feel like crying

The day is leaving
and it’s deceiving me

No one is near
to stop the fear
within me growing

That moments past
are all my last
without me knowing

The day’s been taken
and it’s forsaking me.

I wrote that song as a teenager caught in the aloneness and isolation of my adolescent angst. Self-indulgent?  Yes.  But that grey world was often very real to me.  It seems strange that a young life so full of possibility would get caught in such a spiraling web of hopelessness.

Of course I’ve never stopped having my moments of self-doubt and gloom. I spent much of 2017 in an intense and draining state of anger at the world, for instance.  But over the years I’ve learned to keep moving, always looking for an opening that leads out of that self-perpetuating labyrinth, one that can pull me into a place where I can reconnect with the world.  Eventually, my vision clears; the color returns.

At the end of this
circular tunnel, a door–
the light welcomes me.

Sue Vincent’s photo prompt this week, above, reminded me immediately of that song I wrote at 16 or 17 (amazing that I still know all the words, right?).

sanctuary close up s

And that I may have actually learned a thing or two between then and now.

Moondrunk

moondrunk close up s

moondrunk magnetic

Bitter seas rip time
suspended in storms screaming
cravings of raw dreams

Let urges lie still—sleeping
on ships of moondrunk wishes

moondrunk full s

I haven’t consulted with the Oracle in awhile.  No one I know is sleeping well these days–I like her advice.  She graciously included the Secret Keeper’s words from this week as well.

I’m also connecting with dVerse Open Link Night.