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
songs rising, the path becomes
a spiral intersecting
the surface of forgotten
dreams, the edge of the held breath
which abides in all places,
a luminescence engraved
on the far side of the light
A sevens poem (via Jane Dougherty) for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. Once again, even as I am constrained by what images I find in my collage box, they manage to take me somewhere I would not have found on my own.
Also linked to OLN on dVerse, hosted by Lillian.
A haiga for Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday picture prompt, below, from artist Michael Seibt, chosen by last month’s poet, Diana Peach.
Inside the earth, it is always green.
What do I see with
out seeing? What sounds reflect
terra’s transcendence?
I consulted the Oracle for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.
enormous
this drunken light
raw seaspray yellow sky sun
in blue water lies moonsleep–
the wind a diamond goddess
above shadows of whispering rock
The Other becomes objectified–
the truth barren, ruptured, hollow–
the path clogged and narrowing–
the pieces shot, scattered,
abandoned—the heart
fallen empty,
divided,
broken—
lost
A nonet for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday words, empty and space. There is so much of it that needs to be filled these days.
I had a vision for this watercolor, but the paint had its own ideas. Obviously acquainted with the Oracle.
Once again
I study the lines
on this face,
reflecting–
depending on the angle
both parents appear.
At different
ages both of my
daughters looked
like I did
in those black and white photos
I inherited.
How do we
become who we are?
cells that form
shapes of hands,
a certain transcribed motion–
time in a mirror.
Ammol at dVerse has asked us to write a portrait poem. In the past I’ve done a series of self-portraits in the style of other artists (with poetic accompaniment), but in this case I just took 3 recent drawings in my own style, an occasional morning exercise.
I also like to draw my hands.
