I read the news today (oh boy)

I read the news s

approaching greyscale
this blurred journey
slips
down streets
not only nameless but
soundless, dislocated

all the rhythms are abbreviated–
throbbing, stagnating
in a silent cinematic slow motion–
a composite of fragments
neither awake nor asleep–
a perpetual absence
of who
what when where
why

For dVerse, where Linda has given us the quadrille word of slip, and earthweal, where Brendan asks, “What comes next?”

rebirthing

rebirthing s

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

rebirthing close up 2 s

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

rebirthing close up s

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

May the 4th (be with you)

yoda s

Some call it
silly, the do or
do not, the
childmind—some
can’t name the fears that lead them
into the darkness—

Some never
unlearn what they have
learned—but some
bear with their
failures and then pass them on–
transform shadow to stars

long time ago s

Last fall a local non-profit arts organization showed all the “Star Wars” movies, in time sequence, once a week leading up to the release of the “last” episode in December.  My younger daughter, a huge fan, convinced me to go with her–every week.  Corny and unsophisticated, that first movie was–the only one I had seen multiple times, or in one case, at all–but there was something that grew on and pulled at me as the special effects grew more elaborate and the characters aged and became more intensely themselves.

There is a thin line between who we think we are and what life calls on us to be.  And yet again and again many find a way to rise to the occasion.

My quadrille, for the dVerse word silly, hosted by Lillian, is composed of the thoughts of Yoda.

Happy Star Wars Day!!

because the night

because the night s

What ritual words should I offer to the absent moon’s shadow?  A love potion that merges opposite energies into absolute stillness?  A howl that resets the journey and flushes away the dark tides with glittering waves of stars?

what
is not
fills to overflowing

because the night close up s

A quadrille about the new moon for dVerse , hosted by Mish, and Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge.

are we not what we are

magic-is-afoot-s

my dream is magic rising
my dream calls spirits
cosmic bridges
wishes joined to starry wings
wings singing songs into the air

the spirits dance their circles through the portals of the clouds

we are but voices sailing
the ancient shores of secret galaxies

A quadrille for dVerse where Linda asks us to think about magic.  My quadrille is a cento, composed of lines from poems that pop up at my blog with my friend Nina, MethodTwoMadness, when I search “magic”.  I did have to add one word to bring the total number of words to 44, but otherwise the art, the title, and all the lines are taken from my old poems.

magic-is-afoot-close-up-s

Obviously it’s a subject I consider frequently.

into itself

into itself s

winter leaves, overlapping
with cold wind, rain,
clouds that permeate

each every day
footsteps too heavy
to follow another

enclosed in lethargy,
the hours devoid
of song, stagnant

from here to anywhere,
held in pause–
each day a tunnel

searching for openings–
starsunmoon
glowing

A quadrille for Lillian at dVerse, using the word glow.

into itself close up 1s

I always like to photograph my art in natural light, but it’s so dark here today, I also did some with the overhead light on.  It gives everything a yellow tone, and doesn’t show the subtle shifts in the color any better.  Maybe they’re too subtle.