she said, but
count them, count them and
what has not
yet been dreamed—what follows each
a breath that
removes what is not
what fills need
and refills it whenever
it becomes empty—
air, each wing gathers
talismans numbered and tossed
waiting for the wind
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, and also posted to earthweal open link weekend.
pretend to be a bird winging
into the breeze, an echo from
everywhere, the world just begun–
pretend to be the dawn singing
disappearing the mist—bringing
clarity, light—pretend to be
swimming the rhythm of the sea–
be moon tides chanting on the air
the stillness of the stone, aware
that life remains—a mystery
I promised Jane Dougherty I would try the decima form, and here’s my first attempt, for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.
When I read Merril Smith’s Monday Morning Musings, yesterday, I was struck by the parallels between her words and mine. When life is too heavy, we look to the sky.
A third offering for the translucent theme.
You can read it here.
My thanks, as always, to Freya Pickard for supporting my poetry.
My poem “Hallowed Be” is among the responses to Goya’s “El Conjuro” posted today at The Ekphrastic Review.
As it’s Draw a Bird Day, I’ve enlisted the newly returned birdlings for my collage response (along with some actual birds and the moon).
You can see Goya’s painting and read my poem, and all the other responses, here. My thanks to editor Lorette Luzajic for once again including my work in this bi-weekly challenge
I know what to avoid
but not how
to release what has departed.
I used to chase the seasons–
now I wait for what is given–
the perimeter expands,
the sky is higher,
placed carefully in the interval.
always takes you by surprise–
you can still retreat
but you can’t follow any forecast–
the combinations are secret
and without form.
What remains is reflection–
the transient continually rearranged
into something resembling a life.
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. Magpies seem to be one of those places where opposites meet. What we take away from them depends on what we bring.
The Oracle gave me birds today. I’ve resurrected the birdlings to accompany the words. I don’t know where the real birdlings are in my disorganized office, but I have photos of their past adventures. I used this for one of Jane Daugherty’s Yeats prompts a couple years ago.
The blue jays have been drowning everyone out all summer on my street, but recently a crow has been trading barbs with them.
crow and blue jay
ferociously awake morning–
linger like steel dazzled glass
remember who you are–
a fool for wild voices,
sailing a secret ocean
of star fever dancing
Keeping the Secret Keeper, whose words I used for Jane’s prompt, in my thoughts too.
rising not with wings, but with
the cosmos calling
A shadorma for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday words, enchant and fly.
There have to be birds, right? And butterflies too.
a river of light
captured by the air, turning,
spinning outside in—
uncontained by outlines–this
arc of souls with wings sailing
A tanka for Frank Tassone’s Milky Way Haikai Challenge.
The Milky Way is, mythologically speaking, a roadway built by the gods linking heaven and earth–souls and birds use it for traveling between the two worlds.
Linked also to Open Link Night at dVerse.