Tag Archive | drawing

Shell

shell comp 3s

shell magnetic

The Oracle today was short and sweet.

wander into this sea-leaving
let the soul walk a spiral path
be the seed of moonlight
tendriled between secret vines

 

Enchanted Garden

enchanted garden comp

enchanted garden magnetic

Nina and I consulted the Oracle together this week.  We did our art independently, but the Oracle is always watching.

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Now out to look at the blood moon!

Diamond rain crushing
the sky with shadow wind,
bitter like an ache–

Blood singing of moon storms–
languid music so still…

I want an enchanted garden
of madness and mist
to whisper through beauty–

 

Where are the Birds? (Draw a Bird Day)

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awakening, I
see branches growing solid
in the rising light–

the cries of solitary
forms in motion–fleeting, dark

I’ve been drawing the branches outside my window when I wake up.  Above is a grid of 9 of them.  In the early morning light, the birds are like shadows that come and go.

Another poem about branches and birds, Tess Gallagher’s wonderful “Choices”, can be found here.

Happy Draw a Bird Day!

 

 

Aretha

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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)

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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.

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

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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

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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

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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…”

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“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!