as you like it

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“All the world’s a stage…”

I was not even born then, and yet I remember it well.  In colorized black and white, that moment—where is it now?  It disappeared while we were somewhere over the rainbow.

Those were the days!—drowning in background music, we listened for cues, trying to follow the footlights through the portal.  We wanted to capture that perfect world, inhabit it, pretend it into now and forever.

How do we measure a time that never was?  We continue as dreams, a montage of cinematic stillness, myth disguised as memory.  A voice calls from behind the curtain—is that me?  Is that you?  We rehearse our scripts of storied pasts, fools exposed by darkness, shadows of artificial light.

searching for signs
we adjust our eyes–
crow in a cherry tree

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For NaPoWriMo Day 27, I’ve used the prompt from Frank at dVerse to write a haibun inspired by either Shakespeare or Basho.

Stephen Sondheim turned 90 this year.  Another master.

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I’ve taken the art from my archives.

come away

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the sounds are shifting
becoming
words that grow
wings but also
roots trees full
of birds

silent
except for chords
that travel wavelike
from synapse to synapse
intensifying
thought into song

is this what makes us
everything
is this the net
that shivers our bones
pulses our fingers
like strings

chanting
vibrations calling
to the empty spaces
that swallow us
and make us
whole

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I was inspired today by Shuku’s post yesterday at The Great Unknown with its wild magical sounds.  Off prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 16.

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Also linking to dVerse OLN hosted by Lillian.

In(ter)dependence Day

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one and then
two, attracting, bound
together–
more, not less–
each recombined to make life
new—what it was not

I saw something online this morning–“Happy Interdependence Day” it said.  And I said:  Yes, Yes Yes.

 

 

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Happy 4th!