the colors spill out
dancing towards the sun singing
a chorus of blooms
Last year I participated in POPO the August POetry POstcard Fest–where the challenge is to send a different postcard with a poem you’ve composed for each day in August, 31 in all. I meant to post 2 cards every few weeks and finish up just before POPO 2021. But in my usual fashion, I’m only now posting the third pair.
I decided to do shadormas, as they would fit easily on the back of a postcard, and to connect them through repeating part of the last line of each poem to the first line of the poem for the next day. The last line of the poem from day 4 was “visible, rooted”
mind to fill it with visions
of nothing at all
I did not have a theme for the actual postcards I made in 2020, but this year I’m going to continue with the moon photos I did for the Kick-About. You don’t need to make or alter your own postcards, though–at least one I received last year was just a post office postcard with a poem on it. Or you can just buy 3l postcards and write a poem on the front or back or both.
A number of people last year expressed interest in participating this year, so here’s the link if you want to sign up. It’s not only a fun creative challenge, but you end up with 31 interesting postcard poems from all over the United States and the world. Twenty days until registration closes.
And here’s my original post with a photo of some of the postcards I received. They actually trickled in for several months afterwards.
The prompt for the Kick-About this week is a quote from Murakami’s novel IQ84 where Aomame talks to a cold and silent moon. No one could unlock the heart of the moon, she thinks. She asks the moon some questions: The moon did not answer. But maybe she is only projecting onto the moon a reflection of herself.
keeping her motives
to herself, she likes to move
beyond the in between
going where after is before
all over again
I’m always photographing the moon. I decided to go through my archives and make some postcards from some of my pictures. The results proved to me, once again, that if you take enough photos, some are bound to look good.
I then consulted with the collage box Oracle. The Oracle knows the moon well.
what time is it inside
your dreams? step through, not around–
inside the journey
is your destination–
no other place but right now
I didn’t plan it that way, but the sequence of photographic messages from the Oracle were easily constructed into a series of Japanese-style poems.
flow into the light
by exploring the patterns
of the universe
You can’t just ask questions; you also need to keep listening for the reply.
speak of the one way–
what is real?
close your eyes
and listen to what you see–
try to remember
This year I participated in POPO the August POetry POstcard Fest–where the challenge is to send a different postcard with a poem you’ve composed for each day in August, 31 in all. This is the second installment, with cards 3 and 4.
I decided to do shadormas, as they would fit easily on the back of a postcard, and to connect them through repeating part of the last line of each poem to the first line of the poem for the next day. The last line of the poem from day 2 was “to fill many books”
while the out
side remined calm, in
You can see cards 1 and 2 here. To be continued…
each day be
side itself with all
fresh waves of
gathered believing in be
This year I participated in POPO the August POetry POstcard Fest–where the challenge is to send a different postcard with a poem you’ve composed for each day in August, 31 in all. After you register, you receive a list of names in your participant group, and go down the list until you get back to your own.
I decided to do shadormas, as they would fit easily on the back of a postcard, and to connect them through repeating part of the last line of each poem to the first line of the poem for the next day. I made over 40 postcards in anticipation, and sent some to my friends as well as to the people on my list.
what we see is what
we don’t know
and more than
enough remains unanswered
to fill many books
I received 27 cards back. The mail has been unreliable as we all know, so that’s a pretty good percentage. I enjoyed both the giving and the receiving and looked forward each morning to picking out a card and composing a poem. Below is a photo of all the cards that were sent to me. I’ll be posting the ones I sent, along with the poems, from time to time, and at the end I’ll tie them all together in a multiverse shadorma chain.
I highly recommend it! You can already sign up for next year, but you have until next summer if, like me, you wait until the last minute to decide these things.
I’m linking this to dVerse open link night, where Mish is hosting, in the hopes that it will inspire some pub members to participate in 2021.
wish for bird gardens
your mind will grow feathers
float through air surprised
Another one of my postcard collaborations with the collage box Oracle. This one was done on a postcard of Monet’s “Peace Under the Lilac Bush”
I’ve been reading a book about Monet’s water lilies. He didn’t start those monumental paintings until he was in his 70s, and worked on them throughout the years of World War I, refusing to evacuate from his beloved home and gardens at Giverny. I haven’t quite reached that age yet, so I guess there’s still time for a creative endeavor or two for me as well.
linked to dVerse OLN, hosted by Bjorn
When I worked as a textile designer in the 70s and 80s I spent a lot of time matching Pantone color paper to customer colors and hand cutting and pasting stripe designs. So when I saw a box set of 100 Pantone postcards nostalgia made me buy it. I’ve done my poem for today on red 1797, above. I’m sure these postcards, and every other kind of commercial design now being done, is computer-generated. So much more accurate! And quick!
But I still like to work with my hands.
The poem itself has nothing to do with technology (the NaPoWriMo day 17 prompt is to “write a poem that features forgotten technology”), but I turned it into a haiku chain of sorts for International Haiku Poetry Day.
where does it
can’t be predicted…
And a little red retro music too.