Sonnet Challenge #38

I decided to spent some of my new free time to call people I haven’t seen in a while, or have stopped seeing in the course of life because of the social distancing.  I also decided to use the time for some more poetry.  On Sunday afternoon I sat down to write a poem but didn’t find any inspiration, so I decided to call someone.  I got voicemail.  So I called someone else.  Ditto.  Eight voicemails later, I had my inspiration.

Voicemail

A quiet day with little going on,
in Covid times the schedule is quite bare.
I miss my friends, hope they have not become
statistics with what’s going on out there.
I guess they also won’t have much to do
so thought I’d be the one that would reach out,
pick up the phone and say “Hey, how are you?”
not leave our friendship’s worth to me in doubt.
But all I got was voicemails! Every one!
Had I missed out on something? Checked the news…
there’s really nothing different going on!
I guess just me that’s sat here with the blues.
They’ll all call back at once, that’s what they’ll do
And get my outgoing voicemail message too!

Newer work #102

Every day you get a chance to start over….

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#1432 “Joy of newness”, mixed media on panel 18×10. $180.

I just wondered whether I’ve now written more haiku than sonnets….

Sonnet Challenge #37

Got the inspiration for this one while doing a little clean up for my absent neighbor.  I was working early in the morning before it got way to hot, even for the acclimated desert rat, to be doing yardwork.  I decided to turn the inspiration into a kid’s summer day because the first line had a bit better ring than ‘I caught the sun while grubbing in the yard…..’

Catching the sun

You caught the sun, you held it like a ball
in two-year hands – a shining rounded joy
so newly given, a perfect rolling toy
and never thought that it would burn at all.
Your retina was blotched from gazing up,
your shoulders burned, your face, your arms, your knees
from summer’s day your heart demand you sieze
to dance beneath the heated turquoise cup
of sky. And as earth rolled round to sunset
you played your heart out, flew it like a kite
upon the solar wind, til it grew night
and tiredness told you it was time for bed.
Your red face says you caught the sun today.
Your smile, that it was worth it just to play.

Newer work #101

This is on one of the panels I cut when at my friend John Weidenhamer’s place (he has a great workshop) from some upcycled  kitchen panels.

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#1431 Chameleon Sky. Mixed Media, on solid panel, 30×15″. $250.
Contains the poem:
Chameleon Sky
Protects us from space’s harm
and colors our souls

Inspired by the stars

The other night we were sitting outside watching the meteor show, and between falling stars I was making up constellations.  This came out of this!

The Dandelion Constellation.

Above the roof
The dandelion constellation
Grows from the southern horizon
The stem bending to the west
The cluster of stars forming the crown
That could so easily have been rearranged
Taller to form a tulip
Or flatter to describe an umbrella.

Below the moonless sky
The dandelion constellation
Grows as if there is no time
We can comprehend
Only the eons in which
a nebula’s kiss blew at its crown
creating our skyfull of stars
blowing in the galactic wind.

Newer work #100

This painting was done in a different way than the majority of my mixed media pieces.  Although I had the two (yes, just two) pieces leftover from a cut, it was enough.  Then I cut the panel specifically to fit the art I was going to make (usually the panel is a separate inspiration), and then I painted the underlying acrylic first – to work with the clouds cut-out before I put the watercolor part on.  Then the poetry.

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#1429 Soul Shape. 27×5″ mixed media on solid panel.  $135.

It’s easier to figure out what it looks like when you can see it on a wall.

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Waking up with a poem.

Holy Ground

As light rises
My eyes fall
Upon his temple
Arm raised to ease the pain
Of the damage of an old storm,
Lips pursed against
A dream he won’t remember
Reminding me
Of last night’s worship
With the temple of my own soul’s abode
Happy that these buildings
Are now anchored together
And hoping to join against
The weather of life times
As long as they stand.

Newer work #99

This is the last of a series of collages available in mats.

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#1427 Fit Together. Watercolor collage on foamcore, 7.5×5.5 in mat to fit 10×8″ frame. $45.
Includes the words “It will all fit together beautifully”.

A Forever home

Yes, it is possible to sell art during the pandemic.  A major collector saw one of my ‘Newer Work’ posts and decided to treat herself.  I’m not only blessed with the sale, but also the pic of the painting in its new Forever Home.  Although she says she might move things around.

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The painting is called “Sky Comes Down”.

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It contains the following haiku:
Sky comes down to us,
At every angle the rain
that might wash us clean.

Freeverse….

See what happens when I put my brain in neutral….a whole bunch of inspirations fell out of the end of the pen this morning; driving home during a storm, my neighbor George’s 3 day journey to his summer cabin in Montana, watching paranormal shows on tv, Covid’s emptying of the streets and prevention of public funerals and the color in a dream.

Text me.

Text me when you get home safe
you never know what regrets
lie in the ditches that pass for un-dug graves,
what nymphs lurk under the surfaces
of the lakes and rivers of the rain-swept streets.

Text me when you get home safe
let me know whether the rabid pictures
on the bathroom walls of closed cafes
beckoned with royal blue absences
or vanished when you turned your tears to them.

Text me when you get home safe
the storm and silences out there
where there used to be a world
hide a lot of opportunities
that could echo off the empty mountains.

Text me when you get home safe
the music of the tires, the rhythm of the blades
hide the footfalls of the shadow people
peering at your approach
around the corner of blank expectations.

Text me when you get home safe
or even when you’re getting close,
there’s no one else to hit texting while driving, but
text me when you get home safe
or if you get lost on the way.