GOODBYE
For the Month of Challenges at The Lilypad: 11: On This Day (Journaling Challenge). Elements from the April 2016 M3 kit by Just Jaimee, Lynne-Marie, Paula Kesselring, and Sissy Sparrows. The fonts are American Typewriter and Packard Antique. The poem is mine.
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Cold Moon
Each month I show you the same face,
and you call me a different name.
Now you call me Cold Moon,
but I am always cold.
You call me Long Night Moon,
but my nights are always long,
bright on one side, dark the other.
I am the same, always, and you
make of me what you desire. Magical,
monstrous, indifferent, muse.
I pull at your blood, and you
deny me. We yearn for one
another, stone of my stone, fire
of my fire, night of my night.
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For Digital Whisper: moon. Paper & elements from Jen Maddocks. The font is GlukMixer. The poem is mine.
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Once again my representative tops
the list of the most corrupt. Who will we
be, without the Bill of Rights? What will stop
this erosion of our character, the sea
eating at our coastlines; greed and lust
overpowering the powerful? Needless
wars and careless heat, the coming dust
of devastated forests -- heedless,
we entertain ourselves, evening after
evening, stories of murder, rage and
retribution -- diversions from disaster,
actual and impending -- this sacred land
and others, no less beautiful, alive --
who will we be, should we survive?
I made this piece to accompany a sonnet (Breaking News) published at VerseWrights, using elements from Jen Maddocks, Lynne-Marie, and Michelle Godin. Sadly, VerseWrights will be closing soon.
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EXPOSED
For a challenge at The Lilypad. Elements from Lynne-Marie, Pink Reptile Designs, and Rebecca McMeen. The font is Arial. The poem is mine.
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SEASONS #2: Palettes #2
For an art journal challenge at The Lilypad. The template is from Scrapping With Liz. Elements from Anna Aspnes, Jen Maddocks, Just Jaimee, Rebecca McMeen, and Michelle Godin. The fonts are An Unfortunate Event, Air Conditioner, A Little Pot, and Baffled. The small poems are mine.
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HOW NOT TO WRITE A POEM
For a challenge from On A Whimsical Adventure at Oscraps. Paper & elements from On A Whimsical Adventure. The challenge was to use only half the page, which I liked for this poem: that unused side is where the poem isn’t.
The font is Alte Haas Grotesk. The poem is mine.
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FALL
For a mood board challenge at JustArt. Elements from Dawn Inskip, Lynne-Marie, and Rebecca McMeen. The font is Skript. The poem is mine.
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SECRETS
I think this is one of my best poems. Perhaps the best:
Secrets
Listen. I will tell you everything. The weather is turning.
Soon it will be time to unroll the Persian rugs and lay them
on the polished floors.
I will hold nothing back. I am brittle, like glass; like leaves
of a tree too long without water; a cocoon, untenanted,
exposed to the sun.
This morning I wore a jacket to walk the river path. Two crows,
in their black robes, pecked at the body of a thick green snake.
My mother was a northerner.
She carried me across thin ice. Many times I slipped beneath
the frozen water. I never knew my father. Tomatoes are laid
on the kitchen counter,
red bulbs on the maple wood. I prepare the knife: steel blade,
sharpening stone. I want to slice to the seedy centers without
bruising the skin.
I loved my father. He had perfect, beautiful hands. He kept
them manicured and clean. There are reasons you must not
touch me. My grandmother
lived with God in her garden. She fed me carrots and peas,
she put white lilies by my bed. I am telling you everything.
It is cold here.
Birch trees bend in their white sleeves, leaves hissing in the wind.
A blade of sun slants down, casting serrated shadows on the hard
ground. Are you listening?
Do you understand? The dog waits, and waits, at the door.
Yesterday, I dropped the Murano vase. It cannot be repaired.
I cut myself on sharp, thin air.
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Elements from Dawn Inskip, Lynne-Marie, and Little Butterfly Wings, all from the October Mixed Media Monthly kit and add-ons. The font is akaDora.
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This is an old page, posted again for Digital Whisper: ghost. Elements from Beth Rimmer, Marta van Eck, and Sherrie Drummond. The font is Sweetly Broken.
The poem is mine:
My dead lover’s lover
will visit me today. She
was one of a crowd,
invisible to me, ghosts
flitting through our rooms,
a glimpse, a hairpin
in the bed sheets,
an alien scent in the hollow
of his shoulder.
Our pasts unspool
behind us, already
obsolete, films
poorly edited, suffering
from murky narratives,
weak direction, too many
bad actors, too much left
on the cutting room floor.
What does forgiveness
cost?
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NUMBERS
For Take A Word: numbers. Elements from Paula Kesselring, Sissy Sparrows, Decrow, Dawn Inskip, Etc. by Danyale, Little Butterfly Wings, Lynne-Marie, Pink Reptile Designs, Rebecca McMeen, and Tangie Baxter. The poem is mine:
numbers
I
numbers are magic
as everyone knows
numbers of fingers
and numbers of toes
one is a number
as is two, as is three
big's not a number
and neither is wee
but you can give them a number
if you measure them close
you can give them a number
for lesser or most
red's not a number
and neither is blue
but we give them both numbers
and think that it's true
numbers aren't real
they can't hug you or kiss you
they can't feed you a meal
and numbers won't love you
zero's a number
or just an idea
it gives nothing away
but a question: to be?
II
What if we could map the future?
If we could graph the probability
of you loving me, of me loving you?
This moment, its topology, its exact
dimensions and chronology - if we
could fracture it into its smallest
signifier - decipher the most obtuse
and mysterious functions - if we
could do that - this moment, its
infinite fractals, spinning off one
from the next - if you, if I, are only
numbers, the consequence of some
algebraic equation, some geometric
shape - do we add? Do we divide?
Each solution holds the next problem.
III
zero equals spiral
the moment of conception
anything is possible
one at the center
the beginning
and the end
two, the dialectic
balance, and also
contradiction
three is perfection
in its fullness
nothing is missing
four is totality
this earth
and all its directions
five is the star
it is fire
it is light
six is power
it is destiny
unfolding
seven is fulfillment
it is motion
it is change
eight
the pillar
and the path
nine
is the serpent
that bites its own tail
zero, the spiral
the shell
and the snail
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