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Emergence haiku up at Pure Haiku

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My second Emergence haiku has been posted today at Pure Haiku.  Thanks, as always, to Freya Pickard for supporting my work and the haiku form.

You can read it here.

Boots

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I trace the contours
over and over as if
it would refill them

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For NaPoWriMo Day 18, an elegy.

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Alterations

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I am following a voiceless sound,
a heaven-circling gravity
larger than the known,
a floating moon-blown body
invisibly dense

I am weighed down
by its absence

My phantom limbs grasp
at the tide-looped nothing
that pulls me into its wake,
that surrounds me
with unsheltering, refusing
my exhausted tear-culled pleas

I cannot move and yet
the journey continues

I cannot sing and yet
my mind is full
of dust-tongued chords

I shed my skin,
leave my bones behind

I am going
absolutely nowhere

fast and endlessly
eclipsed by a juncture
of dark-vowelled circumstances

without limits

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I’m not sure this follows the NaPoWriMo prompt to assume an unusual point of view, but it does contain hyphenated words from Dylan Thomas, which is the dVerse Poetics prompt from Laura Bloomsbury.

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Lucky 5-7-5

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dealing out the cards–fate
drawn like caution thrown to wind–
wild, blind–flying free

I really tried to do a list poem for the NaPoWriMo prompt.  I like the idea.  But after several hours, this is the result.

Ishtar

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What is revealed
between
the mysterious symbols
of naked dreams?

Edges
walking on air

Small wonders
formed
of transparent
whispers

The perfect vanishing point

NaPoWriMo wants a narrative today.  This is about as close as I can get (which is pretty far away).  Words courtesy of the collage box Oracle.

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Ishtar is one of those love/war/fertility/justice goddesses…an expression of duality and conflicting desires.  But she is definitely about women’s empowerment.

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And she managed to visit the Underworld and get back to the upper world again–with a little help and by sacrificing her husband (in some versions of the story justified, in some not so much)–so is also a goddess of the between, the transitional.

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And of course she also has associations with the moon and the stars and creatures with wings.

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containment

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For what shines after all
through the dust in the air?
an opening, a clue, a wall—

what do we see or recall
through the threads made bare?
for what shines after all,

glittering amidst free and fall?
an answer within now and here?
or an opening, silent—a wall,

a shadow, the wind, a spell?
the hand that holds all we can bear?
for what shines after all–
an opening, a touch—or a wall?

For the NaPoWriMo prompt, a villanelle with homonyms.  Also linking to the dVerse (slant rhyme) villanelles for April.

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Evasions

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What we can’t find
shifts and relocates–
a destination uncontained

by any place, by any time–
(turn around, it disintegrates)–
what we can’t find

is a chord that won’t be captured or sustained,
a rhythmic dance that evaporates,
a destination uncontained

by what is annexed or confined–
(on every verge it hesitates)–
what we can’t find

is an empty signpost, uninscribed–
pointing out and over there, it dislocates
each destination.  Uncontained,

incomplete, and undefined,
 each choice continues and awaits
what we can’t find–
a destination, uncontained.

Another villanelle, for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  Grace at dVerse talked about slant rhyme this week, and I’ve incorporated some ones that lean pretty far in my poem.  I still find this form difficult, and this one needs some revision, especially in the flow.

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Off prompt for NaPoWriMo Day12.

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a fragment of a dream, caught in the morning light

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and I am reminded again of who I am,
what I see when I look up at the night sky,
the scent of the earth in spring–

I feel the summer lingering,
long days of sun and sand
and the salty taste I carry
through days that follow me in rhythm
with the waves–

I see the sharpness of blue sky
behind black branches,
a playground of white snow
that culminates in hot chocolate,
logs burning,
the inside warming the outer—

I have been uprooted and transplanted
so many times that nowhere is home–
everything is temporary–
I’m always expecting to move on–

but I remember looking up
through the shade of oak trees,
the roses in my mother garden,
lilacs filled with butterflies—

the rust and gold of autumn
singing beneath my feet

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NaPoWriMo asked us today to talk about our origins.

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Elemental

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And if the
sea did not return
in waves, where
would it go?
into the air as clouds, to
the earth as rivers?

Would it hide
in secret below
ground, or would
it seek out
fire, a meeting destined for
disintegration?

Where is the
final resting place
for this flux
that travels
through us, anchors us to our
deep ancestral wells?

The night sky
moves on the echo
of oceans
shimmering,
a half-remembered dream.  What
can contain the moon?

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Instead of the NaPoWriMo prompt for today, I’ve used Linda Lee Lyberg’s dVerse prompt of water.

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Out of the Clouds (Things in my Tarot Card)

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My Ace of Cups overflows,
drifting like flowers
on the sea.

I drink from it
knowing that nothing
is certain.

Will liquid become air?
Will my hands become feathers
that become wings?

To the moon, perhaps–
in parallel, we translate ourselves
as everything changes.

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For the NaPoWriMo prompt, a sort-of-a-list of things, in the form of a quadrille about an Ace for dVerse.

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