black hole

black hole sun s

the hole keeps digging itself deeper
but there seems to be nothing inside–
the earth has been removed–
is there even air?

there seems to be nothing inside–
no one remembers anything but absence–
is there even air?
no signs or explanation

no one remembers anything but absence,
solid in a way that can only be felt–
no signs or explanation–
we have given it no name

solid in a way that can only be felt,
it has taken everything–
we have given it no name
and yet we keep returning to it

it has taken everything,
trapped us in its invisible poison net–
and yet we keep returning to it
looking for nothing

trapped in its invisible poison net
deeper deeper the blackness grows–
finding nothing,
exposing more of what isn’t

deeper deeper the blackness grows–
the earth has been removed
exposing more of what isn’t–
our holes keeps digging themselves deeper

Anmol at dVerse has us thinking about blackness.

 

Contingencies

contingencies s

Enmeshed by expectations, I keep spinning into tangles of self-imposed tempests. Where is the thread that will uncoil the gyring currents and release my thoughts into exhalations that echo with waves of light?

spirit of the wind
zephrean lullaby
dance me with dream dust

contingencies close up s

A quadrille haibun using dVerse host Kim’s word “keep” that considers the withering wind of Frank Tassone’s #haikai challenge #111.

what is lost

searching s

searching magnetic scan s

The birdlings have been lost since my last move.  I didn’t make the connection between the Oracle’s message and finding them yesterday until I started thinking about art to accompany it.

birdling 3s

Reason and bearings are still lost

birdling 2s

but my family and friends are always there

what is lost

tell me to believe
the promise of wings
threaded between star and sky

the language of voices
belonging together

we receive each other as gifts
remembering the dreams
that fill rivers with shared songs

birdling 1s

 

ghosted

I am s

constellating through trees
I am
lying down and looking up
at my innervisions

shouting with the wind
I am
carried by currents
that refuse to cohere

barefoot unhatted
I am
wrapping my head
around the sky

nothing sticks to me
I am
as shadowless as
the inside of night

For the dVerse prompt from Sarah, creating character through what they sense (with a nod to the seasonal celebrations)