Poem up at The Ekphrastic Review

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My poem “Hallowed Be” is among the responses to Goya’s “El Conjuro” posted today at The Ekphrastic Review.

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As it’s Draw a Bird Day, I’ve enlisted the newly returned birdlings for my collage response (along with some actual birds and the moon).

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You can see Goya’s painting and read my poem, and all the other responses, here.  My thanks to editor Lorette Luzajic for once again including my work in this bi-weekly challenge

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The Oracle gave me another delirious vision.  With moons of course.  The sun shadowing on my floor when I went to take the photos of my mandala added another dimension.

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sleep away stormy seas–
beneath dreams whisper moons
shining bare like the winds
of roses blown into blue mist

where is the purple lake
of shadow sky?

show me the language of water
swimming through light

 

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we are led not by
lines, but by circles—fullness
returning, renewed

For Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #104, harvest moon.

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My internet was out for about 12 hours and there’s evidently a problem with the cable in the wall–so I can’t guarantee my presence on a day to day basis.  But it’s working for the moment, and maybe my luck will hold.

 

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The Oracle’s message to me today was similar to that of Sue Vincent’s “Harmony”. 

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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.

 

moonwind

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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.

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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.

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moonsea

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blue volcanic dust
scattered over surfaces
solid liquid
forged in chaos

invisible with stillness

Tranquility!–
do cosmic naiads
sing starsongs
dancing spells to quell

the human stain
of those metallic beasts
who came without
invitation?

hollow words echo
breaking ancient silences
begun before time

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A quadrille for dVerse.  Lillian has provided the word tranquility.

A word that always makes me think of the moon.  And I was dreaming the other night of naiads, dancing.