turning the crossroads

Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
–Sylvia Plath, “You’re”

feet to the stars
two places at once
and moon-skulled–
who will ride the ghost horse?

two places at once
floating on nothing–
who will ride the ghost horse,
the pulse of here and now?

floating on nothing
above the bones of the landscape–
the pulse of here and now
on every breath–

above the bones of the landscape,
casting the spirit away
on every breath–
sojourners through the dark,

casting the spirit away,
spiraled like serpents–
sojourners through the dark,
upside down, reversed,

spiraling like serpents
and moon-skulled–
upside down, reversed–
feet to the stars

This is what I was trying to post when I realized they had switched me to the block editor and I could not figure out how to add an image.  I actually did finally figure it out, but I still dislike it and find all the extra steps necessary to put a post together annoying. I am glad to still be able to do things the simple and direct way through WP Admin.

Jade, at dVerse, posted in Poetics about clowns and their many manifestations.  She gave us a choice of using clown in our poem, or using a line from one of the three poems she provided for illustration. I chose the Plath line quoted above–could I resist the word “moon-skulled”?

unexplained

unexplained s

gathered in
like harmony
spilling out
like wings

like harmony
a stillness
like wings
unfolding

in stillness
each chord
unfolding
the world

each chord
filling
the world
with song

filling
the edges
with song
reaching

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the edges
uncontained
reaching
the invisible

uncontained
singing
the invisible
to eternity

singing
beyond reason
to infinity
all needs

beyond reason
spilling out
all needs met
and gathered in

An unrhymed pantoum for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.

the ancient shores of galaxies still call

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I stand facing the ocean
tides of wing and air–
time fades into mystery,
emptied of illusions

sea sketch 2s

tides of wing and air
held in light–
emptied of illusions
I swim in dream languages

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held in light
horizon merges into skylandsea–
I swim in dream languages,
wordless songs that awaken stories

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horizon merges into skylandsea
consumed by rivers of stars–
wordless songs that awaken stories
mirrored in ethereal blue

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consumed by rivers of stars
time fades into mystery–
mirrored in ethereal blue
I stand facing the ocean

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For earthweal, sacred (sea)scapes.  How many poems have I written about the sea?  As many as I have about birds and stars and moons.  This unrhymed pantoum contains lines from many of them.  The artwork is from my many previous ocean-themed posts as well.

the way out is also the way in

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a journey far from home
outside of existence
filled with voices
containing only silence

outside of existence
the mirror turns away
containing only silence
the echoes of opening

the mirror turns away
reflected in portals
the echoes of opening
where time remains lost

reflected in portals
held in absentia
all time remains lost
until the stars sing

held in absentia
amid the unexplained
until the stars sing
souls crossing over

amid the unexplained
filled with voices
souls crossing over
a journey returning home

the way out close up 1s

Another pantoum.  Ammol at dVerse asks us to consider portals.

the way out close up 2s

rebirthing

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falling down
like water–
to begin again,
cross over–

like water
waiting to be
crossed over,
awakening.

waiting to be
encircled,
awakening,
drowning in flowers,

encircled
in dreams,
drowning in flowers–
fix the bridge–

in dreams
we begin again–
fix the bridge
falling down

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De provided the word “fix” for our quadrille prompt at dVerse.

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I wanted to see if I could do a pantoum in just 44 words.

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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all directions lead to the center

all directions 2s

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.

all directions 1s

 

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!

black hole

black hole sun s

the hole keeps digging itself deeper
but there seems to be nothing inside–
the earth has been removed–
is there even air?

there seems to be nothing inside–
no one remembers anything but absence–
is there even air?
no signs or explanation

no one remembers anything but absence,
solid in a way that can only be felt–
no signs or explanation–
we have given it no name

solid in a way that can only be felt,
it has taken everything–
we have given it no name
and yet we keep returning to it

it has taken everything,
trapped us in its invisible poison net–
and yet we keep returning to it
looking for nothing

trapped in its invisible poison net
deeper deeper the blackness grows–
finding nothing,
exposing more of what isn’t

deeper deeper the blackness grows–
the earth has been removed
exposing more of what isn’t–
our holes keeps digging themselves deeper

Anmol at dVerse has us thinking about blackness.

 

rhetorical

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are we rivers
are we waves flowing beyond time
are we currents that light delivers
are we vessels that shine

are we waves flowing beyond time
at one with the earth and seas
are we vessels that shine
vibrations reflected through trees

at one with the earth and seas
do our roots sing
vibrations reflected through trees
shimmering like a hummingbird’s wing

do our roots sing
echoing the stars
shimmering like a hummingbird’s wing
music of the spheres

echoing the stars
are we currents that light delivers
music of the spheres
are we rivers

Another pantoum for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  I tried all kinds of punctuation on this and none of it seemed right, so I finally decided just to take it all out.

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You can supply your own, as needed.

I’ve been reading Richard Powers’ book “The Overstory”.