the sun barely seen–
grey on grey glowing—we rise,
our feet look for gravity–
unattached, we need mending,
we need anchorage–
a quiet cove, tree walls and
a ceiling of stars–
unshadowed, we are remade–
molecules falling apart
This is for Sue Vincent’s photo challenge this week, above. I promised Nina I would try to post something.
Death is a complex space, like the spirits it contains. May their journeys always be filled with the infinite light of stars.
Wishing everyone the happiest of holidays. I’ll be back for real in January.
My poem “Holy”, inspired by the art of Bahman Mohassess, is up at The Ekphrastic Review, along with 12 other diverse responses. Thanks to editor Lorette Luzajic for featuring my work, and introducing me to this wonderful artist.
I am still dealing with family medical issues, so will be on break awhile longer. As Nina said on Thanksgiving, there is always much to be grateful for, and we send our thanks and good wishes out to everyone for their friendship and support.
I want to once again thank Freya Pickard for featuring one of my haiku as part of the Portal Series on Pure Haiku. You can read it here.
I will be taking a few weeks off from posting to deal with ongoing family medical issues, but I will try to check in with WordPress every once in awhile to see what’s going on. And Nina will still be posting her work every few days, so we won’t be totally absent.
I thought I would visit the Oracle this week to see what She had to say about Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.
I had already done my painting, and I guess it’s not surprising that the Oracle confirmed that many treasures lie below the surface, even in the darkest times.
rocks breathe ancient bones,
fertile earth of pure starlight–
deep spirit rivers
climbing windpaths into air–
the murmuring of seedsong
earth provides a bier,
untroubled by short days,
groves of lengthening shadows–
sleeping undisturbed, deep, waiting,
threads gather in anticipation–
life awakening to become itself
Ethereee for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday words, afraid and grave.
Also linked to dVerse open link night.
Each thought leads to branches
without signposts or landmarks to guide the way.
It doesn’t bother me
because my stories travel
within their own lodes.
Each thought leads to branches–
sometimes empty, sometimes overflowing,
tangled and obvolute.
I pause to watch anything, everything
that catches me in its web.
Each thought leads to branches–
I can’t count high enough.
I don’t know if I belong here,
or which way points to where I go.
My destination lies somewhere beyond journeying–
each thought leads to branches.
My response, a bit late, to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. This has been a chaotic week, and we’re only halfway there…
Another quatern, another circle. I am on repeat.
My haiku “Shapeshifting Moonlight” is posted today as part of Pure Haiku’s Portal Series. You can read it here, along with all the other wonderful portals in verse. Thanks as always to Freya Pickard for including my words on Pure Haiku.
Joyce Fienberg, 75
Richard Gottfried, 65
Rose Mallinger, 97
Jerry Rabinowitz, 66
Brothers Cecil and David Rosenthal, 59 and 54
Bernice and Sylvan Simon, 84 and 86
Daniel Stein, 71
Melvin Wax, 88
Irving Younger, 69
Remembering those who lost their lives in the Tree of Life Synagogue on Saturday. May they rest always in a portal of light.
the cloisters of clouds–
securing figments that reflect
tomorrow’s revolving always–
reformulated problems of light
that pirouette–changelings shifting the sun
An etheree for Colleen’s #tanka Tuesday with synonyms for haunt and spell.
details gathered and released
the light falls into silence–
neither night nor day
throwing the questions
into vast infinity–
what the night reveals
This haiku sequence was inspired by Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.
The night sky is full of questions…
The moon sailing free–
hare pauses in the forest,
listening for light
Vita Brevis is once again sponsoring a haiku meet-and-greet. You can post your own haiku here, and then read all the other ones that have been submitted too.