Parameters

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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.

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I had a vision for this watercolor, but the paint had its own ideas.  Obviously acquainted with the Oracle.

 

October 2019

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For my grid this month I decided to try something different–I consulted the collage box oracle for the haiku and incorporated the words into the grid.  I tried both photographing and scanning it, but neither exactly captured the colors–they had a strange red cast.  I had a little better luck adjusting them in Photoshop with the scanned image, above.

who you are connects
the transit of where you are
to the shape of next

I’m also linking this to Colleen’s #TankaTuesday, poet’s choice of words.

oct 19 grid s

I’m finally seeing some yellow leaves on the street trees outside this morning.  But tomorrow is supposed to be 90 degrees…

(lost) treasure

lost treasure s

each season
knows that its costumes
must be re
moved, decay
ing all at once to fleetingly
encircle the end

the old sub
tracted, the new feigns
silence as
it changes
into breath—colors conjured,
spilled, yielding to time

recrossing
the same distances
to return
to waiting,
awakening—each day be
stowed, ripened, revoked

A shadorma sequence for Colleen’s #tankaTuesday words, fall and give.

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The nights here are cool, but the days are still mired in summer.

blue horizon

blue horizon 1s

awaken
 into the morning–
feel the wind
sleepwalking
in time with the sun as it
rises restless, veiled–

Unable
to become other
than yourself,
follow the traveling waves–
calling to the birds, singing
each branch into green

A shadorma chain for Colleen’s #tankaTuesday inspired by the photo, above, chosen by last month’s winning poet, Jane Dougherty.

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Also linked to dVerse, Open Link Night, hosted by Lillian.

 

(more) blue

blue ocean grid s

we begin
as vessels, empty,
all this space
waiting to
find the right oceans—ancient
echoes wandering–

 all-that-is
transformed into an
azure song,
composed from
whispers of traces—spirals
mirroring the sea

Color BLock Blue Story by Beverly Dyer

A shadorma duo for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday poet’s choice of words.  The art inspiration is via Mish at dVerse, who introduced us to artist Beverly Dyer, and asked for an ekphrastic response to one of her paintings.  I chose her grid, “Blue Story”, above, and did my own grid to match with pieces of ocean and sky.

The poem was also inspired by Joni Mitchell.