days end

days end s

tree branches
brush the sky–brooms of
green and gold
sweeping the
cloud dust out of reach—billows
following the wind

 in westward
waves that transcribe the
ruddy hues
left behind
by the last traces of sun–
the shadows deepen

 into shapes
that mingle, become
lost in each
remnants of the day yielding
to sudden darkness

days end close up s

Frank at dVerse asked us to write poems with descriptive detail, that “motivates the reader to remember the poem and read it again.”  This made me realize how little I use descriptive detail as a poetic device.

days end landscape s

I’m not even sure what I wrote really qualifies, but it’s closer than most of my work.  And I also realized this kind of poetry is very hard to illustrate, at least the way I illustrate my poems.  I dug into my archives and combined a watercolor and some monoprints I did a few years ago to try to get the same feeling.  You can see the components above and below.

days end mandala s

days end rice paper s



trajectory s

Night moves inside itself–
closes, hidden,
expanding, letting go–
suddenly singing

Closes, hidden,
opens again, opens
suddenly singing

Opens again, opens
an interstice–
trying to fly—

An interstice
spiraling out of its shell,
trying to fly
into the stars

Spiraling out of its shell,
 a nomad rising
into the stars,
painting the sky

a nomad, rising,
expanding, letting go–
painting the sky,
night moves inside itself

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.

trajectory close up s

I haven’t written a pantoum in awhile.