as morning returns

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as morning returns magnetic

I consulted the Oracle while considering Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  This morning I was up as the sun was rising and even though there are no trees nearby I could hear the birds waking the day as they do every spring.  It was a welcome sound.

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I did a lot of fiddling myself with the art–first I painted a soft background, and then I did some more intense stripes on a separate piece of paper.  I cut those up and tried a number of arrangements.  It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I started, but satisfying nonetheless.

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as morning returns

light fiddles with sky
mist, the thousand green forest
languages, blue wind

whispers of pink moon gardens–
dream shadows swimming through time

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as our footsteps answer in a timeless dance

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we journey, a field of voices
emanating from the golden
earth, the sky pulling, lifting

the sounds into light, lifting
the wings of birds into voices
calling within a chorus of golden

majesty, the songs writ golden
on the beckoning horizon, lifting
the weight of history with voices

echoing voices—golden, hearts lifting

A tritina, for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, and Jane Dougherty’s new weekly challenge.  Jane featured a work from poet Francis Ledwidge, asking us to choose 3 words from his poem for Thomas McDonagh as the 3 words featured in a tritina.  I chose voices, golden, and lifting.

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I used metallic paint in my watercolor, but the light was not right to reflect it when I photographed it from above.  I think the angled shot works well with the words as well as holding on better to the light.

I’m so happy to see Jane’s challenge has been revived–my discovery of it was a real stimulus for seriously writing poetry and using my art in conjunction with it, not to mention connecting me with many WordPress friends.  And she always finds interesting art and words!  I was trying to find the first one of her challenges I did, and I think it may be this one, which was part of a back-and-forth of art between my co-blogger on MethodTwoMadness, Nina, and me.  Nina works in a medical office so is on the front lines so to speak.  I miss her art, but applaud her, and all those working to keep us going in these uncertain times, for their important work.

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I did not consult the Oracle yet today, but she was definitely looking over my shoulder for this one…

as the crow flies

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a world built of stories to dream upon–
paths to follow like rivers to the sea–
ancient horizons that stretch on and on

bordered by waves that mirror wings—a bird
reciprocating every single breath
released to the wind—a sounding, a word,

a sky that keeps its time adrift, at bay–
speaking in unknown tongues, beyond all sound–
silence that pivots both toward and away

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, an attempt at the dVerse challenge from Laura to use 3 rhyme sets from poet Raymond Garlick in 10 syllable lines.  My rhythm is definitely not pentameter, although it is 10 syllabled.  I think that requires more distinctly separate lines.

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This is my first watercolor in quite awhile, definitely since I moved as I unpacked the paints and brushes just this morning.  It felt good to get back to it.

deficits

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the world gives me wide berth
as its sharp edges leave cuts in my flesh

passing by in starts and stops
a broken narrative without a plot line

I cannot remain but where I am
fits nowhere leaves no mark

feeding me endless empty words
that catch my throat and heart

I am alone

standing still shouting
an unnamed beast

trying to wake those lost strangers
hidden inside the shrinking circle

too many voices fallen silent
too many gaps grown between

what is left to be
sacred to be denied

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.

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