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In a faraway galaxy (a long time ago)

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galaxy magnetic

I decided to challenge the Magnetic Oracle with a Rhyme Royal as per the dVerse prompt.  I had no idea where I was going to end up with either words or art.  After my word consultation, I arranged some monoprints in my bin in a few different ways and picked the photo of the one I liked best.  It seems I can’t escape what is going on in the world…

A vast blue rhythm haunted by a star
devoured by living in time’s darkest eye
Our home bleeds fire remembering the air
a foolish ghost with windows made of sky
sailing poisoned breath as oceans cry
we listen to the universe decay
and linger broken dying with each day

 

Friday the 13th (Remainders)

bones comp

What do shadows cast portend?
Roll the bones, he said, roll the bones.
The beginning has no end.
Roll the bones, he said, roll the bones.

Roll the bones, he said, roll the bones.
In the void all light is lost.
Roll the bones, he said, roll the bones.
Reassembled, double-crossed.

In the void all light is lost.
What is seen is not revealed.
Reassembled, double-crossed.
What was known has been concealed.

What is seen is not revealed.
Roll the bones, he said, roll the bones.
What was known has been concealed.
Roll the bones, he said, roll the bones.

Roll the bones, he said, roll the bones.
The beginning has no end.
Roll the bones, he said, roll the bones.
What do shadows cast portend?

 

Sanctuary

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sanctuary magnetic

Seed spirit with gentle moon songs–
a river of light
shining quiet paths through air

Listen as trees murmur secrets
to rock cloud bird and sun

Let earth follow the sacred seasons–
growing fertile in peace,
alive and full rooted–
a sanctuary of hope

A quadrille of hope for De at dVerse and all her fellow Las Vegans, with the usual wise aid of the magnetic Oracle.

 

Draw a Bird Day: Hawk

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We’ve misplaced our wings.
The shape on the window ledge–
how it flies!

Not quite yet lighter than air,
you are rising from the grave of pain.
We’ve misplaced our wings.

Skimming the surface of a wistful longing
I hover, shrouded in myself.
The shape on the window ledge

Waiting, watching.
Soundless, suddenly gone–
how it flies!

Being currently obsessed with monoprints, I had to try it with a bird.  I had just seen a red-tailed hawk out the kitchen window on a window ledge across the street from a friend I was visiting.  No matter how often I see one, it’s always thrilling.

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The poem is another cascade.  My friend is well on the mend from a summer in and out of the hospital, and it seemed to me a good sign.  But don’t we all long for such majestic wings?

Currents

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currents magnetic

Monoprints and words for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, below, in consultation with the Magnetic Oracle.

listen to the shadows
breathing light
filled with ancient suns–
a murmur of stone
between wandering paths
of tree spirits and secret air

Also linked to dVerse Open Link Night.

 

Signs

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Time slept curled in a hollow tree
–miz quickly

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The tree grew like antlers.
It waited.
Like a tree, the antlers grew.

Tree and antlers twined
endured and multiplied.
The tree grew like antlers.

The silence of bones.
Welcome or warning?
It waited.

A hidden refuge.
Eternal, opposed.
Like a tree, the antlers grew.

Miz Quickly asked us to consider a line from one of her discarded poems.  I thought the line quoted at the beginning of the post fit well with Sue Vincent’s photo prompt this week, above.

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The poem is a Cascade, a form suggested by Janice at On the Land when I published “Deep”, not having written down what form I used.  Although it ended up that “Deep” was a Villanelle, the Cascade form appealed to me, so I’ve used it here.

October 2017: Tidings

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quiet shapes hover,
silent shadows cast by youth–
spirits in mirrors

befriend the stage unfolding–
fill the mind’s eye with delight

October’s grid is composed of cut up pieces of two different monoprints.  The tanka uses words from Colleen’s Poetry Challenge and the Secret Keeper–both were thinking of spirits (appropriate to the month of October).

I’ve been considering the accumulations of autumns in a life.

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My particular thoughts for this unfolding day are for those all over the world struggling to cope with daily survival in the wake of disasters both natural and man-made.  May we learn to respond with open hearts and hands.

Conduit

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Do you be
lieve the cleansing
power of
white water
the healing silence of black
stone the space that opens?

Seekers of light–
spores suddenly green.

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  Besides the monoprint with collage, above, I did the monoprint below.  At least one other response I’ve seen saw an animal in the green …this one appeared, unplanned.

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Unknowing

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unknowing magnetic

touch mirror to hand–
find words to receive this night–
sky full of wished stars

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The Magnetic Oracle never ceases to surprise me.  This was not on my mind at all, beyond the hand and the mirror…and yet…somehow it’s just right for this Saturday night.

I started with Miz Quickly’s “visual” prompt.

 

Reverse

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Reverse the river–
sing me back the rules of time–
chaos as a gift

Is each battle an ending?
or just a rough interlude?

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A tanka (of sorts) with prompt words from Colleen and the Secret Keeper.  The art is also an “of sorts”–monoprint.  These days I’m just trying things to see what happens.  And then I can photo them in different ways to see what happens too.