all directions lead to the center

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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

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My second pantoum for the dVerse theme of echo.

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More art from the archive.  Still going in mystifying circles.

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Hologram

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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!

Illusion

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I saw the sun opening
the sky—and I thought
you were meant to be
rooted in my breath

I wanted you to be
 the glowing light,
a reflection of colors
echoing the unknown

I thought you were
the songs of soft radiant
birded air, a melody
surrounding me

I imagined beautiful
patterns like tattoos,
shapes of the infinite
in your eyes

But you are not
a mirror of my visions–
I hold a map
to what isn’t there

An apostrophe poem, as prompted by Amaya at dVerse, for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt above.  Also strongly influenced by Jane Dougherty’s response to Sue’s photo.

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weightless

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open the
sky, wash the air with
colors, sing
the wind far
and over the veiled secrets
hidden and exposed

written in
the patterns of land,
dancing on
particles
of distilled light, taking all
and then returning

voyagers
on boundless oceans
flowing be
yond, unfurled,
spinning with spirits, flying–
exploding like stars

I was revising a poem (perhaps posted before–my record-keeping is spotty at best) into shadorma form for Colleen’s #tankaTuesday choice-of-words to go with Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, when Laura’s dVerse poetics prompt appeared, with its list of -less words.  “Boundless” seemed to reflect more the poem’s intent than my original “endless” (and I like the repetition of the b sounds), and there, also, was the title I needed–“weightless”.

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And the spirits, if not the Force, still seem to be with me…

I’ve shown the process of my painting–first I did pure color, then I washed it out by running it under the faucet and letting it dry.  I then added some subtle iridescence with a bit more color.

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sunriseset

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Children grow
wings, flying high, far–
in the wake
we wait for
yesterday to catch up with
what they have become

Sunriseset–
the pattern of days
opening
and closing,
the inside of the circle
empties and refills

Repeating
our footsteps, echoed,
mirrored, but
not the same–
the outlines rearranging
beginning to end

Sunriseset–
the pattern of days
opening
and closing,
the inside of the circle
empties and refills

landscape-linda colleenImage by enriquelopezgarre from Pixabay

For Colleen’s #tankaTuesday photo prompt, above, selected by Linda Lee Lyberg.  I’ve been looking at the image, trying to decide if it was a sunrise or a sunset in order to focus my words.  This made me think of the iconic song from Fiddler on the Roof, “Sunrise Sunset”.  Frank’s prompt at dVerse, to compose something in imitation of something else, made me think about trying to capture the essence of the song in a shadorma chain that also reflected the artwork.

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Fiddler on the Roof resonates more than ever in these times, when so many are homeless, driven from their literal and spiritual homes by money, politics, war, ignorance, power and greed, when so many are left abandoned, wandering or imprisoned.  A world that offers few peoples and places that will welcome refugees and attempt to heal the empty spaces, few places that are not afraid of strangers, of humans who are not exactly like them.

This scene in the play never fails to move me:  in dark times, there is still a place to come together in hope, to light a candle, to dream.

An antidote to my poem posted on The Ekprastic Review today.

 

 

Poem up at The Ekphrastic Review

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My poem “(at the) end of the day” was among those chosen to accompany the painting  “Fin de la Jornada”, by Emilio Boggio, at The Ekphrastic Review.  You can see the artwork and read it, along with Merril Smith’s prose poem “Chromatic Scales” and the rest of those selected, here.

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My thanks once again to editor Lorette C. Luzajic, and guest editor Janette Schafer, for supporting my work and the interaction between the visual and written arts.