summoning

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Who
you seem to be complete
a smile like ripe fruit

What
you are everything
a palace and a simple path

When
reduced to molecules of grey light
sewn with stars

Where
a valley and a clear mountain stream
a tree growing inside a fabulous beast

Why
you are beyond and over
crowding me with vastness

How
newborn and ancient
an omen only just imagined

Withal
you take my hand unlayer
my heart open me and fly

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Being allergic, I am petless to answer the NaPoWriMo Day 29 prompt, but my dreams are full of creatures of all kinds.

Patti Griffin wrote this wonderful song for her dog.

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the circle game part 2

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Times Square is empty, like the weather—grey now, the colors drained like the empty subway cars, residing hidden in tenements, written in the isolation of morning coffee.  The Sunday newspaper remains undelivered (again) as even that thread of connection frays into feral cats in dark corners and the shadows of crows haunting the hometown I never knew.

All of this is imaginary, of course—flora and fauna are absent from this enclosed space, except as chimera, impoverished by the boredom of my own company, the same jeans and shirt waiting to be worn like the trackless days.  No Significant Other to keep me in, and an invisible barrier blocking me from leaving.  Outside my window a graffiti of exclamation points greets me each day behind the passing cars and on clear evenings I say “Goodnight Moon”, remembering bedtimes with small bodies close and sleepy and warm.

But the lines have been drawn, and as Joni reminds me, the seasons still go round and round.  We’re always captive on the carousel of time.

tomorrow
blue skies
growing new wings

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The NaPoWriMo prompt today was “to fill out, in five minutes or less, the following “Almanac Questionnaire.” Then, use your responses as to basis for a poem.”  You can see the questionnaire here.

 

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the sound of

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excess is
theft—listen and learn
silence, to
be empty–
awareness opening out
side the cage of you

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For the NaPoWriMo prompt Day 25, we were to read and listen to James Schuyler’s “Hymn to Life” and then do a number of suggested exercises after free writing for 20 minutes.  After 20 minutes of combined reading and free writing I was unable to go on.  “Hymn to Life” is everything I don’t like in poetry–overwrought, self-indulgent and self-centered, a string of random loosely related observations that pretend to be profound–taking way too long and using way too many words to (maybe–I didn’t finish) say something meaningful.  What point was he making?  You can tell me life is a circle in a lot fewer and more illuminating words.  Had I been his editor, I would have suggested reading Basho.

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Or perhaps he should have listened to John Cage…

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mad enchantment

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mad enchantment–
a swarm, a flock, a host–
winged spirits

Bjorn has us going through out bookshelves for his dVerse prompt.  I brought very few books to my temporary apartment, thinking I would make frequent visits to the library.  Most of what is here are art books with exiting titles like “Matisse” or “Chagall”.  Still, I managed to put together a haiku-like book poem.

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Then I did one with CDs, which offered a better selection.

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Wise up ghost:
I’m not there.
Life’s too short.

 

 

Nature’s Way (Earth Day 2020)

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“Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will we realize we cannot eat money.”—Cree Proverb

I attended the first Earth Day celebration in Washington DC in 1970.  I was 18 years old, full of hope and energy.  It seemed to me then that humans were listening to the Earth’s warnings.  We would clean up the air, the water, the soil, we would consume less, learn to live both sustainably and without the psychic and financial gaps of artificial hierarchy.

Fifty years later, and we lose more species every year.  The ice caps are melting, the violent weather increasing, the extremes of everything becoming the norm.  Seasons are disappearing.  Many of the world’s peoples have no place to call home.

All those things we “need”, all those conveniences we can’t live without, all those changes we are too busy or discouraged to fight for…

new characters but
the same stories—remembered
in the light of now

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The NaPoWriMo Day 22 prompt is to take a proverb from a culture not your own and use it to inspire your writing.  Many cultures have proverbs that counsel us to be good caretakers of the earth, but the Cree words seemed especially appropriate.

I’ve done posts and earth-inspired art many times over the years, and the art here is taken from some of them.

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because the night

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What ritual words should I offer to the absent moon’s shadow?  A love potion that merges opposite energies into absolute stillness?  A howl that resets the journey and flushes away the dark tides with glittering waves of stars?

what
is not
fills to overflowing

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A quadrille about the new moon for dVerse , hosted by Mish, and Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge.

Blues and Greys

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I been traveling with the days from blue to grey,
my self merging with the days from blue to grey–
seems like colors all got lost, can’t find their way

Every day the subway rumbles past outside,
going uptown downtown rambles past outside–
filled with weary riders, got no place to hide

In the dawn sometimes I hear the robins sing,
waking up I listen, hear those robins sing—
between blues and greys they’re telling me it’s spring

I keep worrying each day from blue to grey,
breathing in and out the days from blue to grey–
like the colors, feeling lost, can’t find my way

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The NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 15 is to “write a poem inspired by your favorite kind of music”.  I like all kinds of music, but I think nearly all popular music today has its roots in the blues.

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Art inspired by Matisse.

unexpectations

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all is dis
order, from concept
to whim—in
side random
patterns I hide the stitches,
untamed by surprise

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For the dVerse theme of order, hosted by Laura, and Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, where the words are idea and fancy.  I used shadorma, a form I often turn to when I’m not feeling focused.

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The art is a work in progress, which illustrates well the way I operate in general.  I liked the scraps of handmade paper I had accumulated, and spent a long time arranging and rearranging them.  I wanted to do some stitching, because I find it soothing, so I just started making running stitch circles.  I have no idea where or when it will finally end.  But when I’m feeling anxious, it’s a good place to go.