painting sky rich royal blue.
of other places, moments encountered.
Process Notes: I developed a broken sleep pattern, after an accident at age four which resulted in years of repetitive nightmares. That was resolved with a lot of dream study and work. However the broken sleep pattern still exists. Last night, however, the full moon created a softer reality in which, although I awakened, I found comfort and easily slipped back into sleep. Image is a kaleidoscope for the Black Canvas Series, some of which may be found here: https://intuitivepaths.wordpress.com/2018/12/02/the-black-canvas-series-inverts/ Last, but not least, have a wonderful Easter.
thinking only to feed on distracted feelings.
into rich moist soil of muddled mind.
distorted attractions it might offer.
Process Notes: Am finding that this daily making of poems might be my only safe place in a world that no longer makes much sense, and lacks coherent meaning. Image is a pen and ink inverted doodle, done a few years ago.
Process Notes: Image is a pen and ink sketch used to decorate a long ago self-published chapbook titled “Singing Over the Bones”. When I saw it this morning, I immediately heard the words “cave of knowing”, so posted it. Saw a poster on Facebook about gray-haired women which had me searching for a song, heard only once, over thirty years ago, but never forgotten. Only remember the catch phrase to the song, “She’s a gray-haired woman, coming into her own.” Couldn’t find it but was humming it for hours. And finally a conversation with another poet about ‘fingers’. And yes, I do believe that poems are, more often than not, prayers, or most often accompanied by such.
that can no longer be dismissed.
Hope rises with a certain dread.
Process Notes? Started with the word pattern, which led to the doodle, pen and ink sketch using repeat pattern drawing. Once the image was posted, I followed the words. That seems to be the pattern I have been using for this year’s NaPoWriMo process. Although the poem itself speaks of a much deeper experience.
Process Notes: No more than a trail of bread crumbs starting with that photograph taken years ago, and a few words dancing in the darkness. Have to admit, I am probably more surprised than anyone.
bouncing off wall of the past.
which was lived, sometimes long ago.
Time passing only gives life to more.
we’ve been stuck for awhile.
and missed the nurture it offered?
permitted us to just keep moving.
for making new and very different choices.
Process Notes: The image is a bonfire photo put through the kaleidoscope app. I’ve always liked it because it is so different from the others I made. When I looked at it today, it made me think of the word Echo. Went to the Dictionary, looked up the word and the poem started dancing in my head.
your journey of making poemz?
But, you have done thisz szo many timez.
I am, how you zsay? Szurprized by your fear.
of poetry for so long.
time, making a book of poemz, No?
a different eye, sort of speak.
other eye of which you szpeak?
No. I have only the normal two.
is a figure of speech.
he or szhe make you feel good?
you uze for making thiz book?
zatiszfaction and underztanding by the reader?
for many, many yearz, yessz?
Another figure of speech, I’m afraid.
as viable as they were.
back into the swing of it.
Process Notes: Half-way through NaPo and thinking I needed some Heth, to help me breathe a bit. Humor relaxes whatever muscles have been stretched. And Heth never fails me on that level.