you woke me not with
singing, but with squawks—crowlike,
insistent and loud—
a flash of blue amid oak leaves,
glittering with morning sun
I read online that bands of blue jays making a racket are often harassing a predator–must have been a hawk about the other morning.
I will continue to do draw-a-bird day here, but I’ve been posting at kblog while Nina is taking an extended break. Once she returns, I’ll be back at MeMadTwo regularly again. In the meantime, visit me at my other site!
I consulted with the Oracle about this tiny (3″) Mexican hummingbird, one of many of the endangered bird species of the world. Less than 1000 are estimated to exist.
I did my first sketch, above, in colored pencil, but felt the colors lacked enough vibrancy, so I painted the top one with my metallic watercolors.
Flowers grow feathered
wings humming bird poetry
air breathes spiritsong
it’s the alone in
the dance that makes the never
knowing so complete
Amaya at dVerse asked us to consider music that brings us to tears. There are many candidates these days, but I chose Jackson Browne’s “For a Dancer” for it’s longevity and continued relevance in that department. People, places, things…they are always “dancing in and out of view”.
And a ghazal for the song as well.
In the quiet of a summer’s afternoon I think of you
in the absence that is always in this room I think of you
My mind plays tricks and mixes up the present and the past
in memories recalled and then exhumed I think of you
Bananas peaches lemons oranges strawberries and limes
in fruit that ripens and releases its perfume I think of you
I search for guidance in the symbols of mythologies and stars
in portents that appear like ghostly runes I think of you
The fiber spun and dyed the needle waiting in my hand
in threads that cross like patterns on a loom I think of you
Sometimes I seem to recognize a voice calling and turn
in the abbreviation of my nom de plume I think of you
Pay attention to the open skies.
In honor of this month’s May flower full moon, the Oracle gave me a lai nouveau. I know dVerse has moved on to the ghazal already, but I’m not ready yet for June which is still a full week away.
the moon a flower
cloud air and water
wild gardens wander
we follow after
shine over summer
spring fall and winter
beneath blue murmur
listen as nature’s
cloud air and water
the moon a flower
My poem “Free at Last” was among those chosen to accompany the painting “Ninos”, by Fidelio Ponce de Leon, at The Ekphrastic Review. You can see the artwork and read it, along with the rest of those selected, here.
My thanks once again to editor Lorette C. Luzajic for supporting my work and the interaction between the visual and written arts.
The Oracle gave me another lai, the featured poetic form at dVerse for May. She began with darkness and ended with light. They are always switching places it seems.
what blackness this storm?
it covers the moon
beneath shadowed dream
wind remakes the when
time sings of spring sun
the light whispers come–
not in the way but
yet not quite ready for this
trough that releases
I borrowed time
from all those appointments with
the scar, make room for
a forest to surround, sing
what strange things fortune
in its own
time, centered in a place where
the lines intersect
silence parched and
depleted even of rage,
refutations to give to death’s
denial of the eternal–
which shiver stands distilled, concentrated, cold?
Today I used yesterday’s NaPoWriMo prompt, to make Shakespeare’s sonnets our poetic inspiration. I wanted to do a Golden Shovel poem–I like them, and I haven’t done one in a long time. The line I used was from Shakespeare’s Sonnet XIII, “and barren rage of death’s eternal cold?”