Tag Archive | rorschach

On Becoming a Point of Light

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My poem, “On Becoming a Point of Light”, inspired by Guido Reni’s painting, “Saint Joseph with the Infant Jesus”, is one of ten responses posted at The Ekphrastic Review.  You can read it here. Thanks once again to Lorette C. Luzajic for featuring my work.

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We haven’t quite fitted ourselves into the New Year yet, but Nina and I are going to start posting again after our 2018 break.  I don’t seem to be ready to leave the circles yet, being unsure of what direction I want to go.  I feel like I need to start all over again, and beginnings are always difficult for me.  So there may be some aimless wandering first, or maybe for quite awhile.  As Yogi Berra said wisely, “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”

Happy New Year!

Poem at The Ekphrastic Review

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My poem “Holy”, inspired by the art of Bahman Mohassess, is up at The Ekphrastic Review, along with 12 other diverse responses.  Thanks to editor Lorette Luzajic for featuring my work, and introducing me to this wonderful artist.

I am still dealing with family medical issues, so will be on break awhile longer.  As Nina said on Thanksgiving, there is always much to be grateful for, and we send our thanks and good wishes out to everyone for their friendship and support.

The Silence of Bones

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I want to once again thank Freya Pickard for featuring one of my haiku as part of the Portal Series on Pure Haiku.  You can read it here.

I will be taking a few weeks off from posting to deal with ongoing family medical issues, but I will try to check in with WordPress every once in awhile to see what’s going on.  And Nina will still be posting her work every few days, so we won’t be totally absent.

The Ways of Self-Salvation 2

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Demanding patience, spirit grows deep–
nourished and carried near to the heart.
Waiting, waiting, my soul for to keep–
shadows breathing and falling apart.

Nourished and carried near to the heart–
the third eye opens, window and mirror.
Shadows breathing and falling apart–
beginning is singing, ending is near.

The third eye opens, window and mirror–
the ripeness growing, large and complete.
Beginning is singing, ending is near–
emptying follows, head and then feet

The ripeness growing, large and complete–
rocking inside a musical voice.
Emptying follows, head and then feet–
atoms laughing in naked warm noise.

Rocking inside a musical voice–
no thoughts to speak, no dreams to word.
Atoms laughing in naked warm noise–
diving like oceans, skying like birds.

No thoughts to speak, no dreams to word–
demanding patience, spirit grows deep.
Diving like oceans, skying like birds–
waiting, waiting, my soul for to keep.

I don’t normally post twice in the same day, but Jane Dougherty’s pantoum, “It was not a night like this”, reminded me a lot of this one I wrote last year, which was based on a poem I wrote a very long time ago.

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I’m also linking it to the dVerse narrative prompt, although I too am not sure it is exactly what Bjorn is looking for.

No Crows

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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.

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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.

 

Endlessly

dusk to dawn blkForever between today and tomorrow, suspended in presence. Infinite darkness mingling with perpetual light, like shadows photographing a mirror.

At first the beginning is closer than the end. Suddenly the finish has left the start far behind.

What is the measure of now? Who can hold the moving hand, the cell dividing again and again?  Where does the universe locate the particle that waves as it disappears and reappears on its random path?

Who can draw the map that connects never with always?

The remainder of
dusk meeting dawn.  What mortal
can enter the stars?

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For Day Seventeen of NaPoWriMo, I’ve done a haibun for the dVerse prompt, Lingering Day.

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February 2018 – Issue 33

Originally posted on the light ekphrastic:
We are pleased to share the work of the following artists and writers in the 33rd issue of The Light Ekphrastic: Sandy Coomer – Descending Night, Tracks (art) Katie Manning – How I Measure Your Body, One Way to Use a Deck of Cards (poetry) Nicole Ostrowski – Congrats from the Afterlife,…

Kaleidoscopy

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Opposite is what? See mirrors
of waters shimmering beyond borders,
forming visions.  Images shatter.
What are realities?  Here is there–
nowhere to go but around.  Circles.
Time changes light.
Light changes what is unseen.
The answer will echo and move
between.  Always and both,
particle and wave, wave and particle,
both.  And always between.
Move, and echo will answer.  The
unseen is what changes light.
Light changes time,
circles around.  But go to nowhere–
there is here.  Realities are what
shatter images–visions forming
borders beyond shimmering waters of
mirrors.  See what is.  Opposite.

dVerse challenged us to use one of Sharon Knight’s beautiful landscapes to inspire.  I used her photo “Kaleidoscopy”, above.  Perfect for a Rorschach painting and a palindrome poem.

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This is my original painting; the top one is “enhanced” in Photoshop.  My favorite way to spend time–playing with colors, shapes, and words.

You can see more of Sharon Knight’s work here.  And visit dVerse to see how others have responded to her wonderful work.

 

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.

 

Evidence

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Do you want
to know who what when
where how why?
Or would you
gather shape space color wings
stargazed and flying?

I missed my timing on the dVerse prompt for a poem of questions  So I’m linking this to the “Open Link Night”.  It’s still subject to revision, however…

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The art is another Rorschach–what do you see?