Hologram

hologram 1s

Have you listened to the night sky
opening yourself wide
to let it echo through you?
Have you tasted the stars?

Opening yourself wide
have your eyes become mirrors?
Have you tasted the stars,
your veins glowing?

Have your eyes become mirrors
of infinite silences,
your veins glowing,
drunk with the darkness

of infinite silences?
Have you been pulled,
drunk with the darkness,
into luminous trajectories ?

Have you been pulled,
revisiting the returning
of luminous trajectories,
forever somewhere else?

Have you revisited the returning–
let it echo through you
forever as somewhere else?
have you listened to the night sky?

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This is the first of two similar pantoums I composed for Merril’s dVerse echo theme.  The art is from the archives.

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As you may have noticed, I like the repetition and echoing in the pantoum form, and the way it circles back on itself.  You may have also noticed I often write about the night sky, the stars, and the moon, often assisted by the Oracle.  Merril and Jane, who are also acquainted with the Oracle, told me not to read their poems until I had composed my own, but I’m guessing stars appear in theirs somewhere too.

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Of course stars echo in light!

Milky Way

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a river of light
captured by the air, turning,
spinning outside in—

uncontained by outlines–this
arc of souls with wings sailing

A tanka for Frank Tassone’s Milky Way Haikai Challenge.

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The Milky Way is, mythologically speaking, a roadway built by the gods linking heaven and earth–souls and birds use it for traveling between the two worlds.

Just so.

Linked also to Open Link Night at dVerse.

 

Trajectory

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Night moves inside itself–
closes, hidden,
expanding, letting go–
suddenly singing

Closes, hidden,
opens again, opens
suddenly singing
infinity

Opens again, opens
an interstice–
infinity
trying to fly—

An interstice
spiraling out of its shell,
trying to fly
into the stars

Spiraling out of its shell,
 a nomad rising
into the stars,
painting the sky

a nomad, rising,
expanding, letting go–
painting the sky,
night moves inside itself

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.

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I haven’t written a pantoum in awhile.