songs rising, the path becomes
a spiral intersecting
the surface of forgotten
dreams, the edge of the held breath
which abides in all places,
a luminescence engraved
on the far side of the light
A sevens poem (via Jane Dougherty) for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. Once again, even as I am constrained by what images I find in my collage box, they manage to take me somewhere I would not have found on my own.
Also linked to OLN on dVerse, hosted by Lillian.
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Pure magic. That’s the effect of the deer and the number seven.
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It’s a potent combination.
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It is.
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This is very nice, Kerfe.
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Thanks Robbie.
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Collage magic.
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Some how you got stuck in spam, but I’ve freed you! Thanks.
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Wow! Your collage is amazing, Kerfe! And your poem! 😃 I find limiting my supplies can be a good challenge when creating a collage. Yours does have the feeling of a dream.
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Thanks Jill. Too much can be overwhelming. In dreams too!
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I like the thought of the “far side of the light”.
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It there, we just don’t always see it.
Thanks Frank.
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I like the path becomes a spiral. I feel it’s going up like a bird.
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Thanks Claudia. I think that’s true.
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Wonderful feeling of depth in this collage of the intersecting edges of forgotten dreams. Stunning art piece and words, Kerfe. ❤
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Thanks Olga. I love the collage process and how things gradually emerge.
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songs rising….a path…..and a word I love (luminescence)
“a luminescence engraved
on the far side of the light”
I find this poem magical.
Can you explain to me about your collage box? I understand the idea of making a collage with a variety of images (I love how the deer almost appears to float within a magical place in your collage” but what is a collage box?
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Thanks Lillian.
I’m always cutting images and words from magazines, catalogs, books I get at used book sales, and I collect them in boxes. Then when I want to make a collage, I sift through the boxes. I seldom have a finished image in mind when I start looking, so part of the process is the gradual revelation of something I didn’t expect to find.
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I see the prompt photo as a phantom vision. Real? Imagined? So the thought of being wrapped in dreams, almost-light, and songs fits well.
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Thanks Ken. Yes the photo is visionary. I could see Sue’s camera capturing a hidden dimension.
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I think the true art is to find this within your dreams.
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To find it and hold on to it. Thanks Bjorn.
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Those last two lines are superb.
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Thanks Sue.
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I really like ” the edge of the held breath, which abides in all places.” To me it speaks of the Universal which really resonates with me. Lovely. And I’ve often been drawn to collage and wonder why I haven’t ever given it a try…yours is beautiful.
Gayle ~
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Thanks Gayle. You should definitely give collage a try!
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This is such a beautiful poem I can see it spiraling out of the collage and/or into it. I can’t pick out a favorite phrase or line because it flows together so perfectly and the whole thing is just perfect. You’ve captured the essence of what it feels to suddenly and unexpectedly catch a glimpse of the wild and just for a second belong to it again.
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Thanks so much Christine.
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