The shadows follow my intersections with the moonlight as I move the ground with my feet. I am not thinking of who I am or where I might be going.
Cocooned in myself I walk alone, yet I remain threaded to the aliveness of what passes me by. I cross paths and spiral through scattered clouds, patterned in parallel with the shining dark sky.
circle of night?
More moon meditations for Frank Tassone’s haibun prompt at dVerse.
move further away–
constellated skies, stories
embroidered in blue
the tides of
by manifestations of
ghost ships left unsailed
currents bridged between
helix twisted round itself–
For dVerse, a blue quadrille, hosted by Kim. The art is composed of two different painting experiments that accidentally fell on top of each other–I photographed them in a bunch of different ways, and added the blue with Photoshop.
theft—listen and learn
awareness opening out
side the cage of you
For the NaPoWriMo prompt Day 25, we were to read and listen to James Schuyler’s “Hymn to Life” and then do a number of suggested exercises after free writing for 20 minutes. After 20 minutes of combined reading and free writing I was unable to go on. “Hymn to Life” is everything I don’t like in poetry–overwrought, self-indulgent and self-centered, a string of random loosely related observations that pretend to be profound–taking way too long and using way too many words to (maybe–I didn’t finish) say something meaningful. What point was he making? You can tell me life is a circle in a lot fewer and more illuminating words. Had I been his editor, I would have suggested reading Basho.
Or perhaps he should have listened to John Cage…