Here We Go Again

silver heads in the crowd —
did we march together
many moons ago?

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mother and children at the protest rally new beginnings all over again

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silver heads at the rally learn to text CODES for old chants

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history repeats itself the very first time I did this

 

 

 

 

 

Seduced by the Light

img_1368I hate dusting!  I’m okay with housecleaning, and I hand wash dishes every day. However, when it comes to dusting, I usually find an excuse to back off like a kid being offered cod liver oil. I usually tend to be seduced by taking photos of dust mites, roses drying on their stems, pillows-on-fire or the dog who resignedly puts up with my in-her-face antics. Anything but dragging a rag over furniture. Thankfully I’m never too concerned with it until you can finger and linger a date on the countertop. All this as a segue into some “let’s capture-the-light-photos.”

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lengthening light my muse calls time out!

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I watched a rerun on public tv last night of the 1981 Simon and Garfunkel Concert In Central Park. Mayor Ed Koch introduced them. It brought on a huge wave of nostalgia. They looked so young and still seemingly in awe of their audience, time and place in history.

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racing to the moon
wildflowers along the way

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as time speeds up
a gentle nod to
Mr. Einstein

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time = distance
on the way to a star
and on line for a pizza

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The Whole Journey

February 28th — last day of the shortest month. Always an analomy — the ending a little too soon. What to write? Why write? Who reads this stuff anyway?

I do. The more I write — the more I flow. Making the commitment and taking up self-imposed challenges helps. And this is the first year that I am able to juggle my poetic and visual art output in tandem. Yay! Before this, it was one or the other. Also before this, I was not as seriously tuned into the work involved in growing my artistry. I have made a serious commitment to explore, express and enjoy the artist’s journey — the whole journey including the failures as well as the successes. After all is said and done, it is the failures that lead to real growth and riches.

With that in mind, I am including here in my last formal #NaHaiWriMo post for 2017, some of my failed haiku. Failed for one reason or another of no great consequence — mostly that they did not take me where I needed to go at the time. I hope to continue my poetry writing posts, however probably somewhat more randomly after this. I do believe that sustained poetry writing infuses my visual art, and my visual art helps poet my words. The painting here is also a work in progress started on top of a failed canvas and may or may not make it into the canons of my saved artwork. To be continued.

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clouds on my way to the moon the sea’s lullaby

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solar eclipse
the jazz solo
just a little off

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high wind and hail last night in and out of strange dreams

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grass stubble
through snow
made-up memories

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Eve
now we paint our nails
apple red

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La La Moonlight

Yesterday — there was a solar eclipse and a new moon + a lot of other planets’ energy mixing it up and duking it out. Chaos as a game changer. Yesterday, in a rare Hollywood-like-made-for-the-moment-alignment of cosmic humor at the Academy Awards, the winner for best picture (highlight of the show) was named incorrectly and quickly repealed. Chaos and comedy. As it is above – so it is below.

Disclaimer: I did not watch the show nor have I seen either film, however I read enough about each movie to understand that they are complete opposites on the reality-scope meter. That the Hollywood throw-back fantasy musical movie La La Land was misnamed as best picture and rescinded for the real winner Moonlight, about the gritty life of a black man who grows up in a street-drug culture and loves another man in an unforgiving neighborhood, is simply an amazing mixup and yet entirely understandable in the context of the astral energy. Life never fails to entertain or annoy depending on one’s choice of view. Same can be said for the Academy Awards show itself.

This is the next to the last of my daily posts for mindful writing and daily haiku during January and February. In a chaotic fake news-political year, it is a fitting ending on the entertainment scale as well. What I believe is missing from view on all fronts is that there are no real winners or losers — just different choices. In the end, out of chaos comes creativity – the true measure of success.

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agita at the Oscars La La Moonlight

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fake news at The Oscars can you believe it?

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solar eclipse new moon
enjoy or annoy
Oscar mashup
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And from last year’s haiku:

expectations:
the dance between
fickle and moonset

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Truce

More haiku prompted by Elisabeth Ladwig’s photo art at Speakeasy Art Gallery in Boonton, NJ. These two are based on her work called Truce. A woman in a black dress holds a red apple in her hand offering it to a black bear looking at it.

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desire
that feral feeling between
musk and must

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Eve
so many apples offered
everyday now

 

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