Lavendar Moon

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we are try
-ing to breathe, desperate
for clean air
uninfect
-ed by greed, ego, exploit
-ation, pollution

the moon does
not belong to you–
she belongs
to the night
sky, the cycle of light re
-turning from the dark

she dances
vast elemental
orbits to
time centered
beyond your indifference, your
vainglory, your lies

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For the NaPoWriMo day 7 prompt, a poem based on a news article.  You can find the news story I used here.  I took the photo, above, out my window at dusk last night.

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The art is inspired once again by Matisse.  And Los Lobos, with a great video rendition of Kiko.

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formulations

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The curve is filled with an intensity of emotions that stretches to eternity.
The curve trembles in fear.
The curve can taste the edges of the silence in its tentacles.

O Galileo!  What path can we follow away from the gravity of Earth?

The curve is empty, spilling its contents into a weightless void.

The mirror gathers the songs of the lost and echoes them back in a pulsing of 808s.
The mirror reflects the images of the night sky, magnifying the sound.

Remember the pattern:  E=mc2.

The voiceless parabola crosses between the lines.
The voiceless parabola becomes the lines.

Galileo burns all the mirrors.

If E=mc2 what does K=?

Our illusions will fail to be optical.
Our unborne illusions will overshadow our minds.
Our illusions will be part of the equation.

(Que Sera, Sera)

Our illusions will dance on our graves,
stretching forever along the curve of our blindness,
into the vast unknown.

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I thought the NaPoWriMo prompt list of random directions for writing a poem would result in something silly.  But that’s not where it wanted to go.

Art inspired by Richard Diebenkorn.

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here comes the sun

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here comes the sun magnetic

Magnetic dream poetry for NaPoWriMo and Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.

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Crow shades
the light as dawn walks
between the secrets
of my night

Listen

Roots breathe air
into birds
climbing bright song
through tendriled dark

Follow the wind

The Oracle, as always, gives good advice.

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in the country of the blind

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how is survival?
is it away beyond?–
a lost sense of arrival,
neither here nor gone–

is it away beyond,
tethered unto itself?–
neither here nor gone,
undefined, unfelt,

tethered unto itself,
like stars fading at dawn–
undefined, unfelt,
a whispered shadow song

like stars fading at dawn–
a journey, a myth,
a whispered shadow song
of silence and death–

A journey, a myth,
a lost sense of arrival
in silence and death–
how is survival?

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A pantoum for NaPoWriMo, where we consider rhymes, and Jane Dougherty’s Pictures and Poetry Challenge where she posted the Turner painting, above, and some words from the Francis Ledwidge poem The Dead Kings as inspiration.

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My painting was inspired by the Turner painting, and Ron Sexsmith provides the musical coda.

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everything we need

everything we need s

we do not
need revelation–
what will be
should be un
known, a mystery, like night
skies, like orbiting—

if we hold
the stars, the cosmos,
constant in
awe, we have
already seen both the be
ginning and the end

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A shadorma chain for Colleen’s tanka Tuesday.  The theme, picked by Sally Cronin, is the night sky.