four leaf clover–
the greening magic
of earthsong
time
now flies
on different wings
June always reminds me of my childhood summers, spent almost entirely outdoors. Looking for 4-leaf clovers was one recurring activity.
always
new places
calling me home
For Colleen’s #tanka tuesday, using a quote supplied by Merril Smith, below, as inspiration.
“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.”― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
I’ve been in a creative funk the past few days, so I consulted the Oracle for some help with my shadorma sequence. And once again, I’m recycling some old art.
what lingers
within the workings
of a life
time dancing
home by remembering the
rhythms of the stars
roots seeding
trees that grow between
deep earthlight
beholding
to the cycles stitched full through
what shines from the heart
sibylline,
this ancient primal
rising, this
stillness that
strikes suddenly from the depths
of water and earth
A shadorma for Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday, inspired by the photo, above, supplied by Vashti Q at The Writer Next Door.
what remains
hidden under flowered fields
waiting for the moon
For Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge.
The moon was playing hide and seek with the clouds last night.
Each script pulses as air on thousand wings–
again seen and written in sky cloud wings
Waves of dark starlings shape great turns,
exhale in wonder as distance disappears on wings
We say “scientists”, but we too fly in awe and delight–
can we track and keep our shape without wings?
But others catch the shifts in murmuration as dark–
we watch as neighbors turn so each can safeguard against wings
Flock of bird script maintains starling shape,
appears as never before in waves, then turns on wings
Sometimes the sky keeps one thin light track–
it is written on pulses–seven shifts seen again again again again again again again—wings
Cave Canem posted a prompt in their Week Four Literary Balms that I’ve been thinking about for awhile:
This morning I read a poem by Sarah Kotchian in Persimmon Tree that resonated, and I made a list of all the words it contained and then started to write. The ghazal form seemed to work best–I used some of the words more than once, but all and only the words in a poem. Just making the list was a revelation, to see the kinds of words she didn’t use, as well as the ones she did. I highly recommend this as an exercise with a poem or poet you like.
Some new and old art, with a poem off prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 24.
not the sea
of memory—not
the rising
moon sun star–
not the release of endings
or calculations
that forecast
the turning tides—not
the rhythm
that over
takes the heartbeat—not the
speculations of
dividing
time—not certainty–
only the path
to the far
horizon–vast, unbordered–
on the other side
When I saw Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, I wanted to try to capture it with an idea I’ve been thinking about for awhile. Of course the time required turned out to be way beyond a week, so once again I’m posting an in-process stitching project.
