what remains
hidden under flowered fields
waiting for the moon
For Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge.
The moon was playing hide and seek with the clouds last night.
moon
Lavendar Moon
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
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.
The art is inspired once again by Matisse. And Los Lobos, with a great video rendition of Kiko.
star light star bright
raise me up
with words with singing
shout me out
pull me free
of the faceless gravity
escapeless vortex
return me
to a calmer sea
gentle winds
to nourish
star skies opening wing-filled
luminosity
give to me
a landing some place
solid ground
to answer
when I call from where I wait
undestinated
I once had an idea to do my own set of collage Tarot cards. I started with zero, The Fool, which I’ve done a number of times since. Over the years I’ve also done a few others–The Tower, the Ace of Cups. This moment in time seems to me to call out for The Star, the beacon of renewal, hope, and faith that follows the disintegrating Tower in the Tarot deck.
My windows face east, and in the clear early mornings I can see Venus. The other day, next to her, the half moon shone large and bright over the silhouettes of the buildings across the subway tracks, both anchor and comfort in a world increasingly restricted and isolated.
Linked to dVerse OLN, hosted by Grace.
penumbral
almost a shadow
almost an echo between
vast uncertainties
hidden voices wandering
the uncharted borderlines
This year’s Wolf Moon comes with a penumbral eclipse. For Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #120, and also linked to OLN on dVerse, hosted by Grace.
This is a watercolor with a moon photo collaged on top.
I’m going to be absent from posting for awhile, though I will try to check in with what everyone’s doing. I’m moving into a small temporary space, putting most of my stuff in storage, and hoping to move into a permanent home before 2020 is through. I won’t have a drawing table and not sure how many supplies will fit into the space, but I’ll be back to doing more work of some kind as soon as I can.
all directions lead to the center
Like the moon, I am an echo, repeating
the gravities of my orbit–
anchored inside by both light and dark,
circling me, refacing me
The gravities of my orbit
give me direction but not location–
circling me, refacing me,
scattering my stardust into the void
Given direction but not location,
like Janus, I am always between–
scattering my stardust into the void
with no before or after
Like Janus I am always between–
I am not looking for eternity
with no before or after,
life is always right here and right now
I am not looking for eternity
to position me in a narrative–
life is always right here and right now–
its beginning and end are unknowable
I am positioned in a narrative
of patterns I don’t understand–
its beginning and end are unknowable–
I dream of circumvention
Following patterns I don’t understand,
anchored inside by both light and dark,
I dream of circumvention–
like the moon I am an echo, repeating
My second pantoum for the dVerse theme of echo.
More art from the archive. Still going in mystifying circles.
December Night
shivering into
the marrow of the moon as
it rises singing
For Frank Tassone’s #haikai challenge #116, cold moon.
I borrowed the painting by Marianne von Werfkin that Jane used to illustrate her moon gogyohka as inspiration for my collage.
Poem up at The Ekphrastic Review
My poem “Hallowed Be” is among the responses to Goya’s “El Conjuro” posted today at The Ekphrastic Review.
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).
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
moon music
I think the Oracle was caught up in the memory of Sue Vincent’s waltz…
what we sing
blue moon music
not sad at all
she asked me to dance
beneath the whispered wind
shining through mist
like the still light
after a storm
What better dance partner than the moon?
aquatic
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.
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
harvest moon 2
we are led not by
lines, but by circles—fullness
returning, renewed
For Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #104, harvest moon.
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.
