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Draw-a-Bird Day: Unclaimed

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unclaimed magnetic s

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as the stars devour
their darkest dance,
I grow ever smaller–
a feather without wings,
orbiting on cloud sails,
lingering as a hole
in the breath of ghosts

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Crows.  The Oracle knows.

 

 

 

besieged

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gathering like fire,
 these memories leave me swept
on abandoned shores–

I disintegrate in words
 trying to unspell the past

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For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, with synonyms for congregate and passion.

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Memory is indeed a tricky thing.

 

 

Interrupted by Form

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How do we
return the gift of
death?  How do
we unfold
the wrapping, respond to bone
disrobed and fragile?

How do we
sweep the sky, catch soul
patterns made
of flying
light?  How do we count the years
back into remains?

Inspired by Sue Vincent’s photo prompt above.

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No Crows

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What message
this black performance?
retrograde
running through
the clash of silence unbound,
stark with intention.

Misplaced, those
promises—passwords
forgotten,
erased and
unfigured—transparent streaks
against darking skies.

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Jane Dougherty’s raven poem reminded me to visit the Secret Keeper’s words this week, and also reminded me of the various crows demanding my attention as I go about my life.  Sounds of silence (for dVerse).

Art inspired by Joan, Joni, and Vincent.

 

Over/Under

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Like water
falling—running and
colliding
unabridged–
awakening and reaching,
encircled in green.

In flowers
dreaming—lost inside,
drowning—caught
on the edge
of rebirthing the crossing–
like water, falling.

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  The poem started out as a pantoum, but decided instead to be a shadorma.  The art was in a pile of not-sure-what-to-do-with-it work–it’s a watercolor monoprint on rice paper off something else I was working on that had too much paint. It seemed to fit the prompt.

I think there’s a pair of wings in there somewhere too.

And I want to also celebrate the fact that July is #WorldWatercolorMonth, “31 days when artists around the globe come together to paint the world with beautiful watercolor and help raise awareness for arts education to get art supplies for kids who need them via The Dreaming Zebra Foundation”, hosted by Charlie at Doodlewash.

 

Eye of Horus (The Visible and Invisible are Dependent on the Light)

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One eye the moon
eye of time
one eye the sun
winged eye

Eye of time
marking the minutes
winged eye
still above the sky

Marking the minutes
fierce ascending
still above the sky
soundless and waiting

Fierce ascending
 flaming through clouds
soundless and waiting
unexpected

Flaming through clouds
one eye the sun
unexpected
one eye the moon

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I’ve been missing Draw-a-Bird Day, but this month I wanted to make sure I participated.  Still in mandala mode, I decided to do Horus, the Egyptian falcon sky god.  I like the fact that one of his eyes represents the sun, and one the moon. You may be familiar with the Eye of Horus amulet, which offers protection and insight.

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The falcon is a universal symbol of visionary power and focus.

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Once again, a pantoum.

 

 

 

 

Liberty

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Lights explode
like flowers—showers
of color
hiding stars
behind a rainstorm of fire.
Heat shatters silence—

it ripples
like stones entering
black water,
consuming
itself at last on the shores
of the breaking day.

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This 4th of July 2018 I invite our President and members of Congress, and the justices of the Supreme Court, to actually read and consider the words inscribed on our Statue of Liberty.

The New Colossus

Emma Lazarus, 18491887

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

 

Have a great 4th!

by ones and then zeros

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“I see today that everyone on earth
wants the answer to the same question
but none has the language to ask it.”
~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason

the words are lost–
rising away,
an invisible phantom
unmapped, unwinged

rising away–
this existence
unmapped, unwinged–
not am or is

this existence,
darkened by stars–
not am or is,
never and nowhere

darkened by stars,
falling like ghosts–
never and nowhere
inside time’s pocket

falling like ghosts–
an invisible phantom
inside time’s pocket–
the words are lost

I’ve been reading some of the responses to Jilly’s Jim Harrison quote prompts, and this quote from Day 21 particularly spoke to my mood these days.  It also seemed to fit with Sue Vincent’s “Wings” photo prompt, above.

My writing muse has been totally absent for awhile, so I’ve just been randomly writing words and phrases in response to things I’ve been reading. Working them into pantoum forms has been an interesting exercise.

The art is watercolor with acrylic monoprint on top.  Not at all what I intended, but I like the calligraphic feel; calligraphy seems a good place for lost words to rest while waiting to be found.

Phoenix

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The Phoenix is appropriate to the end of this week of constellation art and haiku.  My life is very unsettled now, and I am really having a hard time focusing, so I’m not sure how and what kind of work I’ll be doing.

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But the unknown always has seeds waiting to be scattered on the wind.  Fire destroys, but opens a space for something else to fill.

You can read the words for the Phoenix constellation at Pure Haiku, here.  Thanks again Freya–this was indeed a healing process for me, much needed.

Corvus

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Like the cry of a crow in the morning, the stars of the constellation Corvus leave plenty of space to fill in with the magic of imagination’s wings.

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You can read the words to accompany this image at Pure Haiku, here.