the geography of water
parallels and reconfigures
the complexity of the heart–
light, a fissured mirror, reflects
memories in recurrent waves–
the complexity of the heart
parallels and reconfigures
the geography of water
For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday poet’s choice this week I’ve written an octo poem which is a revision of a poem I published four years ago for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, spring, above. You can see the original post here (a shadorma, of course). What’s interesting to me is how wildly different my painting is from the photo.
Also, though I like the way this painting looks, I never followed up and did any more with the idea. I need my gouache which is in storage, but it’s got me thinking. Perhaps to be continued.
Fractals can’t be measured in traditional ways. And so it is with springs, memories, and hearts.
K. 
I absolutely love your weaving/reconfiguring with these three, so true!
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thanks Kate!
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The painting works perfectly for the silver spring. Between the dappled light of a hot summer’s day and the life we found there… a tiny shrew launching itself in sheer joy into the water (you could virtually hear it shout “wheeee!” as it jumped) there is no separating any of the elements of life from each other.
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Thanks Sue. What a wonderful gift to see the shrew! You are right about the elements. I’m glad my painting captured some of it.
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Very much so. And teh shrew was sheer delight. 🙂
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Your painting is what it looks like up close, until a microscope. I like how these 2 middle verses connect the top and bottom verses:
“light, a fissured mirror, reflects
memories in recurrent waves–”
not easy to measure you’re so right, those rippling waves in the mirror
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Thanks Jade. I think sometimes we’re too concerned with measuring and recording things, rather than experiencing them. (K)
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I really like this, and I picked out the same lines that Lisa did. You words convey what you said about springs, memories, and hearts. I love the art–the fractals and all the movement, as well as those colors. They look like they’re moving and forming new combinations.
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Thanks Merril. I’ve been having an urge to move beyond the watercolors I’ve been painting for the past few years. Hopefully I can get my gouache and acrylic paint out of storage this year and explore what that means.
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If you’re feeling the urge, then it’s a good sign.
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Three things, Kerfe:
1) This is simply lovely.
2) My Papa, the mathematician, introduced me to fractals at a very young age
3) Now I must write an octo myself 😀
Yours,
David
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Thanks David. And you must! It’s an interesting form.
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I’m enthralled with fractals and their movements. The fractals in your artwork are a metaphor for the blue spring. Like the others, my favorite lines: “…light, a fissured mirror, reflects
memories in recurrent waves–” the ebb and flow of memories… excellent. ❤
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Thanks Colleen. Fractals are fascinating.
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‘the geography of water
parallels and reconfigures
the complexity of the heart’
I’m enchanted by the idea of fractals, that they just keep breaking apart into greater levels of complexity: so much like the heart. I love your painting too!
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Thanks Ingrid. I’m still not quite sure I understand them–also like the heart.
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Same here!
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I’ve never heard of an octo before but I’ll have to try it out! Yours was beautifully written!
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Thanks! Colleen points us to all kinds of new forms to try.
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I’ve just tried out an octo, was a fun challenge!
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Beautiful, I love nature.
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