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Tree. 8/17/18

A small painting I had going. I’m out of the large watercolor paper but will get some and continue with the abstracts.

One of the best. Her improvised “Nessun Dorma” at the Grammys was genius. And she made Carole King cry when she sang “Natural Woman” at the Kennedy Honors. R.I.P. Aretha Franklin.

Have a good weekend!

Noises

venus 3 days s

Were I Other. Were I spoken in a different voice.  Were I fallen into impossibility.

I would be like stars.
I would echo the feeling
that follows the wind.

Were I made of light. Were I pulsing like oceans.  Were I to open as wide as never and nothing.

I would radiate
rainbows. I would paint moments
with sound. Fill absence.

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For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, with synonyms for love and time.  I’m not entirely sure this qualifies as a haibun.  In the spirit of, anyway.

The embroidered watercolor is a work in progress.  I plan to keep embroidering it until I stop.

Economics (Draw a Bird Day)

owl moon s

Biodiversity is unprofitable. Industry is profitable.

Old growth forests are unprofitable. Deforestation is profitable.  Prairies are unprofitable.  Pipelines are profitable.  Clean water and air are unprofitable.  Manufacturing, drilling, and mining are profitable.  Public lands are unprofitable.  Private property is profitable.

Healthcare is unprofitable. Illness is profitable. Truth is unprofitable. Lies are profitable.

Extinction is profitable.

dark understories,
multilayered, listening–
a silent swift swoop

owl close up 2

The spotted owl is one of the species that will likely lose habitat if the Endangered Species Act is gutted, as those pushing development over preservation, supported by many members of Congress, and the President and his cabinet members, wish to do.  We have to find a way to live that doesn’t have greed and profit as its prime motives.  We are not just destroying the individual ecosystems that are homes for endangered species; we are killing the delicate balance that keeps everything on Earth alive.

Celebrate Draw-A-Bird Day by asking your leaders to do something to save our planet, so we can have more birds, not less, and a better and richer life for all.

8/7/18. Painting

Another one straight out of my mind. I really can’t explain this one: a bunch of shapes and colors. I added the white paint to add some pop. May go back in with a little more black. 97 here in NJ!

Interrupted by Form

bone circle s

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.

bone circle close up s

 

Supernova (matter becomes energy)

supernova comp

branches of silver,
stars walking on air, arms of
galaxies outstretched—

knots of melancholy
dissolving into deep skies

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I’ve been worrying this painting for quite awhile.  It has metallic paint in it, and looks different depending on the light and also how you look at it.  The composite at the top is the image under two different lights–the colors change quite a bit.

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I used Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday words for my poem.  The first person is only inferred, so it’s not exactly following the rules for a tanka.  But I’m in there.

sn close up 1s

 

No Crows

no crows s

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.

no crows close up s

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.

 

Eclipsed

eclipsed mandala s

This curious life–
a burst and then a fading–
star paths to the moon.

Faith stitched taut into nothing—
thoughts held together by wind.

eclipsed close up s

A tanka for Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday with synonyms for strange and beliefs.

It’s a full moon, eclipsed.

 

Ciphering

mapping the wind s

I’m mapping the wind–
an idea to carry,
gravity released.

No more searching for lost words—
at the vertex, spiraling.

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, and Colleen’s poetry challenge with synonyms for inspiration and plan.

mapping the wind close up s

I’m still circling around.

 

Invocation of the Trees

wishes s

Have mercy on us
we who are poor in spirit
we who are never satisfied
we who strive to possess everything

We who are poor in spirit
bless us and teach us
we who strive to possess everything
fill us as vessels with the breath of stars

Bless us and teach us
cleanse and heal our weary hearts
fill us as vessels with the breath of stars
attach our roots with grace and truth

Cleanse and heal our weary hearts
quench our hunger with light
attach our roots with grace and truth
you who honor both heavens and earth

Quench our hunger with light
we who are never satisfied
you who honor both heavens and earth
have mercy on us

Another pantoum, for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  It seems a good form for call and response.

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The trees have been talking quite a bit lately, with a background of running commentary from the birds.