where time meets
upon what? faded backdrops
absorb the opening when
shadowed by the hand–
narratives—so small and so
incompletely, barely, cast
For dVerse, Frank asked us to compose a poem ending with a couplet.
my dream is magic rising
my dream calls spirits
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.
Obviously it’s a subject I consider frequently.
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.
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.
almost a shadow
almost an echo between
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.
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.
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–
A quadrille for Lillian at dVerse, using the word glow.
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.
I hold out
my hands and wait for
the moon to
close my eyes to balance on
the edge of the light
myself, quiet the
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.
Also linking to OLN at dVerse, hosted by Grace.