blessings

blessings s

consider
the reckless places
hidden in
hearts, shining
like newborn constellations
exploding the dark–

pulled apart
by merciless force,
undefined
gravities–
adrift in the orbits
of recurrent night—

what creates
these seas of hope?–light
ships sailing
on longing–
circumnavigations of
storms searching for ports

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A shadorma chain for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday words, grace and style, inspired by Amaya at dVerse, who asked us to think about birth.

blessings close up 2s

I’m definitely a storm searching for a port at the moment, so I’ll be around irregularly for awhile, but I won’t completely disappear.

Go Away Now

go away now s

Complications sour the air. It sits heavy like a rock, immense and expanding.  I am pinned to the low and the unbending, hard consonants without vowels.

This place reeks of precarious edges and uncertain lines. I am starved for words.  The familiar has become unreadable, untold.  Noises have become forms that weave themselves into a motionless net around each ungathered piece of what might pass for sanity.  I grow continuously neither better nor worse.

I do not remember what I asked of the universe, the cosmic spirits that randomly move the pieces of my life, that giveth sometimes but often only taketh away.

O yes, their ways are mysterious. Blood and Violence merging into Just The Way Things Are.

If it’s darkness we’re having, let it be extravagant, deeper, emptier, more ravening than their insatiable hunger.

Let them dine alone—I will swallow myself

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Victoria at dVerse has given us words from poet Jane Kenyon
If it’s darkness
we’re having, let it be extravagant.
for this week’s prosery, a 144 word composition.

I am also linking to The Myths of the Mirror November Writing Challenge–a non-human point of view.

From One to the Next (Part 2)

lunation s

She talks to
me but the voice casts
no words, just
spinning the
same sounds over and over
without an ending.

All at once
she disintegrates,
becomes air,
a shadow
overlapping itself with
illumination.

She seems lost
in a space beyond
time—alone
she dances,
an untamed ocean dazzling
color into light.

Bjorn has asked us at dVerse to try changing our point of view–I took a poem from 2018 written in first person and became the observer, watching the original narrator and attempting to describe what I saw.  I think I observe situations and animals or landscapes in poems sometimes, but not often actual people, because it definitely felt awkward.  Still, I think I managed to keep the original feeling.

lunation close up s

You can see the first version of this poem here.

 

black hole

black hole sun s

the hole keeps digging itself deeper
but there seems to be nothing inside–
the earth has been removed–
is there even air?

there seems to be nothing inside–
no one remembers anything but absence–
is there even air?
no signs or explanation

no one remembers anything but absence,
solid in a way that can only be felt–
no signs or explanation–
we have given it no name

solid in a way that can only be felt,
it has taken everything–
we have given it no name
and yet we keep returning to it

it has taken everything,
trapped us in its invisible poison net–
and yet we keep returning to it
looking for nothing

trapped in its invisible poison net
deeper deeper the blackness grows–
finding nothing,
exposing more of what isn’t

deeper deeper the blackness grows–
the earth has been removed
exposing more of what isn’t–
our holes keeps digging themselves deeper

Anmol at dVerse has us thinking about blackness.

 

Contingencies

contingencies s

Enmeshed by expectations, I keep spinning into tangles of self-imposed tempests. Where is the thread that will uncoil the gyring currents and release my thoughts into exhalations that echo with waves of light?

spirit of the wind
zephrean lullaby
dance me with dream dust

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A quadrille haibun using dVerse host Kim’s word “keep” that considers the withering wind of Frank Tassone’s #haikai challenge #111.

ghosted

I am s

constellating through trees
I am
lying down and looking up
at my innervisions

shouting with the wind
I am
carried by currents
that refuse to cohere

barefoot unhatted
I am
wrapping my head
around the sky

nothing sticks to me
I am
as shadowless as
the inside of night

For the dVerse prompt from Sarah, creating character through what they sense (with a nod to the seasonal celebrations)