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In a Far Away Galaxy…

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and this too–
waves that dance, particles that
sing into
pure form, thought
tending to light—transparent,
fearless, wide, open

In honor of the new Star Wars opening

also linked to dVerse Open Link Night.

 

Flow

flow comp

Earth cut and nourished by water–
shaped by the wind and rain.
Among rocks, elements gather–
brown and grey into green.
Histories gathered, held, and strewn,
a pilgrimage beside the moon–
we are we be
as waves at sea–
a current that fades and renews.

This is a response to a prompt photo of Sue Vincent’s. above, from October.  The poetic form is trijan refrain.  It reminds me of waves.

I did a bunch of monoprints, and I liked the way these 4 worked as a sequence, the colors gradually fading.

 

 

Red Rain (Part 2)

red rain 1s

To be blunt: the sky has collapsed, assaulting all arrangements with raging teeth of fire. And that path?  It pulls everything into its sharp black hole with the crunch of a siren song.

Stones rising, ancient,
like trees burnt under spellfires–
rain falling, abyssed.

red rain 3s

A bit apocalyptic, I know, but two posts yesterday that struck me in a similar way got me to thinking.

red rain 2s

Claudia McGill asked us to make a story from two pieces of art, depending on how she rearranged them (you can read the responses, including mine, in the comments).

red rain 5s

And then, almost right away in my reader, I came upon a piece of art from outside authority with the title “Share your story here”.  It reminded me a lot of Claudia’s paintings.

red rain 4s

Colleen’s poetry challenge words these week seemed to fit with these visions as well.  So I decided to write a 44 word haibun, so I could also participate in quadrille #46 at dVerse.

And there you have it.

You can see the previous post I titled “Red Rain” (also apocalyptic) here.

December 20l7: Winter Specter

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dec 2017 winter dreams

I’m a bit late with both my monthly grid (well…somewhat of a grid anyway) and Magnetic Oracle consultation.  She felt nonet-ish this week.  The poem also uses The Secret Keeper’s words from this week.

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I had this idea to try marbling paper, so I looked online for some way to do it with household things.  I ended up with one involving shaving cream…a bit messy, and the smell!  Also the results were not all I’d hoped for.  I do think I would be more prepared if I tried it again, but only if I can find shaving cream that has no perfume…

Great
wings rip
the sky with
dreams, whispering
sun shadow’s lost time.
Will sleep serve us summer,
the language of sea gardens
chanting through sweet delirious
mist? and singing petals on the wind?

I’m hoping for some of those dreams this evening myself.

steal away

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“Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.”
–W.B. Yeats

arise, fly–

steal away 2s

follow the soundings–

steal away 3s

radiant
gravities

steal away 4s

beyond paths already crossed–

steal away 5s

openings unkeyed

Going back to Jane Dougherty’s Day Thirteen of her Month with Yeats for this Shadoma November poem that also uses the Secret Keeper’s words as inspiration.  And more birdlings.

arise, fly–
follow the soundings–
radiant
gravities
beyond paths already crossed–
openings unkeyed

I’m also linking this to dVerse, poems about animal/human connections–don’t we all want to fly?

 

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.

Crossroads

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I’m pleased to be part of the MONSTER series at Pure Haiku.

Between sharpened teeth
in whirling water you ride–
impossible times

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.

 

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!

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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.

 

 

 

#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.