(in a) material world

material world tree s

If I could disguise
myself as a tree—ancient,
unnoticed, unknown–

when all was wild
unruled
each day began

alive, encircled
by the present
all was strangely itself

taking refuge
without before or after
neither first nor last

accepting changes
as intrinsic
to what is

a dance
always balanced between
darkness and light

material world tree close up s

Mish, at dVerse, asked us to talk about what has been revealed to us by our present isolation.  I try to write a bit each morning and this was composed from fragments in my current notebook.

The art is from my continuing series inspired by Joan Mitchell’s trees.

are we not what we are

magic-is-afoot-s

my dream is magic rising
my dream calls spirits
cosmic bridges
wishes joined to starry wings
wings singing songs into the air

the spirits dance their circles through the portals of the clouds

we are but voices sailing
the ancient shores of secret galaxies

A quadrille for dVerse where Linda asks us to think about magic.  My quadrille is a cento, composed of lines from poems that pop up at my blog with my friend Nina, MethodTwoMadness, when I search “magic”.  I did have to add one word to bring the total number of words to 44, but otherwise the art, the title, and all the lines are taken from my old poems.

magic-is-afoot-close-up-s

Obviously it’s a subject I consider frequently.

as the crow flies

as the crow flies s

a world built of stories to dream upon–
paths to follow like rivers to the sea–
ancient horizons that stretch on and on

bordered by waves that mirror wings—a bird
reciprocating every single breath
released to the wind—a sounding, a word,

a sky that keeps its time adrift, at bay–
speaking in unknown tongues, beyond all sound–
silence that pivots both toward and away

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, an attempt at the dVerse challenge from Laura to use 3 rhyme sets from poet Raymond Garlick in 10 syllable lines.  My rhythm is definitely not pentameter, although it is 10 syllabled.  I think that requires more distinctly separate lines.

as the crow close up s

This is my first watercolor in quite awhile, definitely since I moved as I unpacked the paints and brushes just this morning.  It felt good to get back to it.

penumbral

penumbral s

almost a shadow
almost an echo between
vast uncertainties

hidden voices wandering
the uncharted borderlines

This year’s Wolf Moon comes with a penumbral eclipse.  For Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #120, and also linked to OLN on dVerse, hosted by Grace.

penumbral close up s

This is a watercolor with a moon photo collaged on top.

I’m going to be absent from posting for awhile, though I will try to check in with what everyone’s doing.  I’m moving into a small temporary space, putting most of my stuff in storage, and hoping to move into a permanent home before 2020 is through.  I won’t have a drawing table and not sure how many supplies will fit into the space, but I’ll be back to doing more work of some kind as soon as I can.

into itself

into itself s

winter leaves, overlapping
with cold wind, rain,
clouds that permeate

each every day
footsteps too heavy
to follow another

enclosed in lethargy,
the hours devoid
of song, stagnant

from here to anywhere,
held in pause–
each day a tunnel

searching for openings–
starsunmoon
glowing

A quadrille for Lillian at dVerse, using the word glow.

into itself close up 1s

I always like to photograph my art in natural light, but it’s so dark here today, I also did some with the overhead light on.  It gives everything a yellow tone, and doesn’t show the subtle shifts in the color any better.  Maybe they’re too subtle.

 

 

gossamered

dec moon shadows 3s

I hold out
my hands and wait for
the moon to
fill them—I
close my eyes to balance on
the edge of the light

I render
myself, quiet the
quivering,
awaken
the colors beyond darkness–
depths turned inside out

Shadorma for Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday words, give and shake.  Photos are of last night’s full moon as seen from the sidewalk in front of where I live.

dec moon shadows s

Also linking to OLN at dVerse, hosted by Grace.