Cherry Margarita #haiku #spring #haibun

 

I sit behind closed doors. Drawing pictures of ballet dancers in pink .  Crumpled piles of discards about my feet. I’m reminded of cherry blossoms in spring. They dance through the cobwebs in my head and I am outside in spring’s kaleidoscope with no Co-Vid.

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Infused with sunshine

cherry blossoms kiss still waters

sparks of spring

We miss the cherry blossoms they are always so cheerful and so this week I may take a few moments and draw more ballerinas.

Hope all of you are doing well. Not sure how it is for the rest of you but I am actually happy to be home writing and creating. Most of the places where I work in hospice did a close down (which was wise) – anything to prevent a spread. Be well and write!!!

Sharing with Poets And Story Tellers United

 

Lonely are her shoes #tanka #art

One of Teika’s Ten Tanka Techniques as discussed by Jane Reichhold:

  1. Mystery and depth – yūgentei, the image evoking ineffable loneliness

 

This category is associated mostly with Fujiwara Shunzei (1114-1204) Teika’s renowned father and tanka expert. Teika mentions this in some of his other teachings and uses as examples poem #3:254 Kin’yōshū by Toshiyori:

 

uzura naku / mano no irie no / hamakaze ni / obananami yoru / aki no yūgure

 

cries of quail
from the shore of Mano cove
winds blow
waves of plume grass
ripple in autumn dusk

 

 

black and white ballet shoes

 

dance is done

discarded ribbons on stage

shoes on a nail

old eyes caress memory

finger yellowed playbill’s dust

ribbons

Going Deeper #art #photography

 

 

Look deep

art for the eyes

pencil interprets

The WordPress Daily Post Photography Challenge this week is Depth

Photography to enjoy:

Empire of Lights

This That and the Other Thing (Janet)

Castelsarrasin (Sandra)

Ese’s Voice

Jim Holroyd 365

Lin’s Doodles

Winter Dreams in Color #haiku #holiday #poem

This week I love to challenge you all a bit more to write a short chained poem with a maximum of eight stanza following the classical rules (5-7-5; 7-7; 5-7-5; 7-7; 5-7-5; 7-7; 5-7-5; 7-7) and your last stanza (classically called “ageku”) has to close the chain by associating on the first stanza. Of course you don’t need to use the classical syllables count, but that’s up to you.
Not an easy task I think, but therefore I give you all 24 hours instead of 18 hours … So you have to write a chained poem (Renga) of maximum eight (8) stanza inspired on the image and the prompt WINTER WONDERLAND within 24 hours.

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My eyes open

crystals lace eyelashes

the world is white

I fold back winter’s blanket

I am warmed by the sight

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Reaching in a dream

entranced by small set of prints

walking on sugar

ballerina takes my hand

I am dressed like a swan

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Effortless we sail

glassy waters before us

I drop a feather

red beauty falls to earth

contrast against my white world

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Light is the breeze

feather and red petal dance

nature’s pas de deux

my eyes flutter closed

echos long a wonderland song

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The Red Ballet Shoes are from Deviant Art

Today’s prompt from Kristjaan at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem is a complicated but fun one for the season.

I also celebrate this my 1700th post at Word Press!!!

 

 

 

 

 

The Artist’s Eye #Art #poetry #photography

stole beauty

Memories of too short a moment spent with you

your view of beauty expansive  revealing

I am tuned to a sensual ballet

you see the  dancer’s 2nd performance

Georgia O’Keeffe though not your style

unveils passers by to a flower’s identity

whether overstated as the magnolia

or silent in her fragrant dance

your work a bit on the dark side

beauty you capture from within

your subjects never beautiful

for then there is nothing to draw from

no need to look to subject or soul

where do you reside when in-between canvases

your mind now hidden more and more in shadow

but for a moment I saw

beauty spoken before the first application of paint

 years standing still in an artist’s eyes

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Blue Morning Glories (1935) by Georgia O’Keeffe

On rare occasion do I explain a poem. This poem is about an Alice in Wonderland type afternoon spent with a gifted artist. This man I believe once quite well known in NYC now suffers Parkinsons and dementia. He thought I was a writer from a New York Magazine. If in his jumbled memory, he could go back to those moments where his art was admired then I hope he can remember those  moments we spent as special. We studied this magnolia blossom (above) and gave a short lesson in art appreciation to someone in passing. One very telling comment he made “I never chose beautiful women as subjects. Then there is nothing to paint. I rather chose subjects where I can pull out elements of beauty.” Had I not been at this center to spend time with a dying loved one, I would have relished more moments with this artist who I only know as “Roberts.”

Ahhh The Lovers #swans #haiku #photography

Love me calla – L. Moon

The pas de deux

dance of two moving as one

swans in life’s waltz

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swans in life’s waltz

gliding along in their lake

blue glistens diamonds

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blue glistens diamonds

her eyes sparkle at each thought

his nearness quivers

moon photo

This month Kristjaan is using the Tarot Cards as prompts. Today’s prompt is the Lovers

Photography: “Love me Calla” copyright  L. Moon 2011

“Water ripple” L. Moon 2011

Lovely Lady #atozchallenge #poetry #spring #theater

Her name spoken softly in a whisper brought a hush to the room.

Like a swan shyly opening her wings Calla enters from stage left.

diamond like tears glisten as beholding such beauty evokes this emotion

In velvety white, the audience’s aww is hushed by the entry of a shadow that removes oxygen from the room.

The phantom swoops in on Calla crushing her in one hopeless  instant.

One and all gasp feeling oppression, darkness

A  sadness fills the room at  the thought of beautiful Calla’s  brokeness.

light fails to emit from the corners of the room

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A colorful poppy clad girl pranches center stage

She wistfully brushes Calla on the forehead with a kiss as she is swept away by a tropical breeze.

Calla tilts her face to a radiant orb.

Too hot for many Calla welcomes his strength.

No longer white nor pure Calla feels beyond love as she is wrapped in warmth

The sun booms forth a deep chuckle as the red and orange curtain closes.

All that remains is light that cannot be contained

Photography LMoon copyright 2010-2012