Tag Archive | drawing

Aretha

aretha s

sounds become
music erupting
suddenly
awakening
into everything as fire
blended with pure sky

 

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

horus a

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

falcon flight s

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.

horus close up s

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

hawk in flight s

Once again, a pantoum.

 

 

 

 

Servant in the Palace of Truth

shabti of sennedjem sservant in the palace of truth magnetic

I didn’t think I would have time to post today, but the Oracle was calling, so I’m slipping this in.  I did this drawing of Shabti of Sennedjem the other day.  Her label says she was a servant in the Palace of Truth for Seti I and Ramesses II, and the Oracle definitely had something to say about her.

Actually, we could use her right about now…

Like some elaborate storm
a woman’s arms
cross over the seas
of moons and time
to mend
the bitter and raw shadows
aching
beneath the tongues of blood.

 

Blood From a Stone

blood from a stone_still my shivering s

My words repeat. Nothing. Your ears are closed like frozen air. You always move away, shrinking me, disappearing me into invisibility.

My words repeat. I am naming flowers. I am calling the names of birds. They remain unretrieved, hesitating on the edges of sound.

My fences are broken. My guard is falling deeper and deeper into the ground. My map shows no return.

Whispering, I stand
trembling with the elements,
my cells unmoored.

The currents swim without me,
expanding the gulf between.

blood from a stone close up

Jilly at dVerse asked for an unconventional haibun this week.  That was easy–all my writing seems somewhat alien to me right now (or maybe my poetry is just always strange and I’m only now noticing it….)

The drawings are from photos of ancient Roman sculptures that have been broken by time. Amazing how much depth and emotion hidden inside the stone was revealed by those artists.

 

Year of the Dog

dog 1s

Every dog
has its day—top dog,
shaggy dog,
dirty dog–
everybody and their dog–
going to the dogs.

In dog years,
it’s a dog’s life.  Put
on the dog,
hot dog, hot
diggety dog.  Tail wagging
the dog.  Lucky dog.

Walk the dog
and call off the dogs.
Teach the old
dog new tricks.
(on the internet no one
knows you’re dogging it).

bliss s

I’m going with the prediction that this Brown Earth Dog year of 2018 will see a rise of social consciousness and environmental awareness, and the return of generosity and feelings of fellowship and community.

Our language is filled with phrases that include the word “dog”.  I had fun stringing some of them together with a multi-patterned dog mask as accompaniment.  And you can see my original post about Bliss, the dog pictured above, here.

“until justice rolls down like waters…”

caspian sea from space s

“No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.”
–Martin Luther King Jr.

 

Young woman

Another colored pencil on black paper. This one is from a blurry shot of my daughter. There’s a lot of treasure to be mined from these old photos!

Here’s the photo.

Getting chilly here in NJ. Have a great day!

Beyond Years

faces comp 1

“With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones”
–Yeats

What remains.
Gone silent.  Unseen.
Raining still.
Dark, cold, hard.
Unchanting verses of stone
through fossilized eyes.

faces 2 comp

I’ve gone back to Day Three of Jane Dougherty’s Month with Yeats.  The references for the drawings were photos of medieval sculptured faces.

medieval face 2s

And a shadorma for Shadorma November.

Questions (still, again)

kalamazoo s

Mourning? is
From of killed but spaces why? morning reply no what.
Where? more it when? tomorrow killed has and.
Black another questions wear gun color of sorrow and again just;
Shots unfilled.
Remain will the empty.

ethel lance

I wanted to acknowledge Las Vegas.  The dVerse prompt to ignore grammatical rules seemed a good way to reflect our country’s continued loss of syntax.  But when I went to write something it just seemed I had nothing more to say.  A quick look through the MTM archives counted at least 13 previous posts related to gun violence.  Remember the shootings in Kalamazoo in February 2016?  That’s what the black grid above was done for.

daniel simmons

The two faces above?  Victims of Dylann Roof in 2015.  And below, cops killed while sitting in their patrol car in NYC in 2014.

gun s

But wear.
Gun of again another why? color more empty is sorrow remain.
Of killed killed;
From what and the just black spaces;
Has and will no it questions shots unfilled.
Mourning? reply.
Morning where? when? Tomorrow

no peace s

Every day 88 people die by gun violence in the United States.

To make the poems above, I took what I had written for Kalamazoo, and plugged it into the Dada Poetry Generator.  I did it about 15 times; all the results were pretty accurate as reflections of my jumbled feelings, and I chose two to use in this post.  You can see the original poem here.

never ending

Jimmy Kimmel said everything I want to say and more in his monologue the other night.

in memory of s

12/14/2012

Charlotte Bacon, 2/22/2006
Daniel Barden, 9/25/2005
Olivia Engel, 7/18/2006
Josephine Gay, 12/11/2005
Ana M Marquez-Greene, 4/4/2006
Dylan Hockley, 3/8/2006
Madeleine F Hsu, 7/10/2006
Catherine V Hubbard – 6/8/2006
Chase Kowalski, 10/31/2005
Jesse Lewis, 6/30/2006
James Mattioli, 3/22/2006
Grace McDonnell, 11/4/2005
Emilie Parker, 5/12/2006
Jack Pinto, 5/6/2006
Noah Pozner, 11/20/2006
Caroline Previdi, 9/7/2006
Jessica Rekos, 5/10/2006
Avielle Richman, 10/17/2006
Benjamin Wheeler, 9/12/2006
Allison N Wyatt, 7/3/2006
Rachel Davino, 7/17/198
Dawn Hochspring, 6/28/1965
Anne Marie Murphy, 7/25/1960
Lauren Russeau, 6/8/1982
Mary Sherlach, 2/11/1956
Victoria Soto, 11/04/1985

 

once again we ask:
why?  no answer.  no words left.
a prayer:  have mercy.

All art from previous posts on the occasion of death by gunfire in the news.

Learning to Fly

tom petty 1s

Working on a mystery, going where it leads.  Into the great wide open under skies of blue.  Will you sail into the heavens, constellations in your eyes?  A red-winged hawk is circling.

White light cuts a scar in the sky.  Take it to the heart; face up to your soul.  Stand in the moonlight.  You belong somewhere you feel free.

The shape of the mist–
feels like something from a dream–
you’re learning to fly.

Songs quoted: Running Down a Dream, Into the Great Wide Open, The Dark of the Sun, You and I Will Meet Again, Luna, The Waiting, You Can Still Change Your Mind, Only a Broken Heart, Wildflowers, The Waiting, Learning to Fly

tom petty 2s

Words from Tom Petty and Colleen’s poetry challenge.