painting

patterns of essential flow

patterns of s

we stand watching
the waters, fully
awake and undreamed—
the rivers exploding
uncontained, the sky
vivid in its indifference
to the currents
carrying the debris,
both past and future
burying all the voices
keening in the dark–

who breathes this wild
rain, exhales these tempests,
scatters the spirits
that might comfort
our distress?  we bandage
the gaps, we open
our umbrellas as the waters
rise, as the multitudes
wait, unsheltered, drowning
in the accumulation
of what has been denied

patterns of close up s

For the earthweal challenge, environmental justice.  Bandaids and umbrellas are not enough.

latitudes

latitudes a

an infused
world, changing with sky
light weather–
we construct
alternates to confusion,
editing ourselves,

trying to
change the stories, shape
how we fit–
our doors swing
only in and out—not through,
not passing between—

our edges
are meant to divide–
what do we
really see?
surrounded by leeways–who
can control the wind?

A shadorma chain for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.

latitudes close up a

Ancestor (Dance of the Happy Shades)

ancestor comp

He seems friendly
enough, this presence
of the past, shifting
languorously as if
drugged by sun
light shining in his eyes
after a thundering rain

In truth his voice
is seldom called
upon—an apparition
furniturial, fixed
impermanently in
corners and along
walls

ancestor close up 1s

His dance contains
unpredictable
undertones—the hours
move around him
as his buddha smile
glimmers knowingly
in the dark

ancestor close up 2s

Phil Gomm’s Prompt #3 at The Kick About is Dance of the Happy Shades.  My Rorschach ancestor mirrors himself and transforms in both vertical and horizontal directions.  It was fun to add a little nonsensical creation to my days.

(‘fore) casted

forecast s

attention
wanders, feet moving
by rote, the
mind busy
with itself—unaware of
color sound or sky—

dark spots on
the sidewalk—rain wakes
me from an
already
forgotten reverie–like
Crow calling my name

forecast close up s

A shadorma pair for Colleen’s #tanka Tuesday, poet’s choice of words, inspired by the dVerse word provided by Sarah, rain.

 

sustenance

drawing-constellations-s

sustenance magnetic s

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

crazy quilt

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