I do not wander
randomly but I
also do not follow
a map. Unlocated, I
listen, I look. The Earth
claims me, returns me
with her favor. I
cannot name all
the colors, nor sing all
the songs she has nested
in my heart. They are
unmeasurable, eternal.
For earthweal, fierce love.
earth and its creatures
magic in shadow
byways reflected moonward
starpaths that carry
the edges of endless tides
Colleen gave us the photo, above, as our #Tanka Tuesday inspiration. My collage and gogyohka approach it from a distance.
After I saw how Jude at Tales Told Different reversed the order of his tanka lines to make a new and complementary poem, I decided to try it with my 5 lines. To my surprise, it also works when turned around…an unplanned bonus.
the edges of endless tides
starpaths that carry
byways reflected moonward
magic in shadow
earth and its creatures
The Oracle’s message to me today was similar to that of Sue Vincent’s “Harmony”.
stones the color of dusk
follow forest spirits–
life growing from tendriled air
deep with night roots
full beneath the moon
we listen like trees
gathering wind
like birdsong welcoming the dawn
a secret
between nothing and everybody–
to let always be
There are other things to listen to besides the news.
I didn’t intend this poem to be for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, but it fit with my painting so well that it became my response–with help from the Oracle, of course.
When I visited the Oracle this morning, I could find no finish for any of my starts. So I went on with my day. When I came back, I began with a thought that completely revised itself several times before I was done.
moonwind asked light
to follow into dark–
an ancient path of secrets
fertile with earth air–
verdant roots growing spirit
from the colors of dawn–
wandering vivid and shining
between deep and wild
I’ve had too many gloomy thoughts lately. The Oracle knows the healing power of the earth. And tonight the half-moon, misty with clouds of hope.
K. 