June—a favorite month to be outdoors—to breathe the nascent summer scents, to listen to birdsong and bellowing frogs and wear the warm cloth of the summer sun on bare skin. Evenings too, are especially sensual and sweet with fireflies (or lightning bugs), soft breezes, rustling leaves and rain or stars pulsing a sticky sky. It’s a perfect time to sit and write, read poetry and indulge longings of the creative sort. With that in mind, I let go a free flow of hand through brush and words come what may.
This June, I also watched and was engrossed in National Geographic’s program Genius: Picasso and was very inspired by his relentless pursuit of his artistry and his sad pursuit of women/muses often to the detriment of their lives. There is much debate these days about whether or not one can/should separate the art from the artist. Picasso was narcissistic, egotistical and highly competitive, traits I most often find offensive. However, watching the brilliant performance of the actors on a small screen, his story in hindsight and empathizing with Picasso’s process and pain as an artist, I was engrossed and inspired by his vision despite these flaws. Also with his circle of creative compatriots—Matisse, Gertrude Stein, Braque and others. I will read Francoise Gilot’s book Life With Picasso to get her take on their life together as his lover and contemporary artist. From the blurb: “Francoise Gilot paints a compelling portrait of her turbulent life with the temperamental genius that was Picasso.” Oh, and he was a poet too.
So this warm but comfortable night, I share these thoughts, words and paintings:
A few pencil strokes between the o
tumbleweed a rusling breeze
nomads of the night sky
the unturned stone’s lost syllables
in the holy of the artist rides the shotgun
Some oldie but goody haiku and tanka for summer heat. Most have appeared previously on one or another of my blog posts.
for what ?
raucous call for a mate
makes me wonder…
should I wear
my low cut
of shooting stars
a naked beach
and foaming waves
oh to be so seductive
Published: Take Five
Best Contemporary Tanka 2008
no summer sky
blue… that blue
deep into the wail
of a saxophone blue
Published: Modern English Tanka
Lightning bugs are out and about! This is a reblog in honor of the solstice, full moon and lightning bugs/fireflies that keep the sun’s light pulsing throughout the short but dark nights.
returns the call
red roses issue
a plea from
the full strawberry moon
and her wild
to these gifts
ag ~ 2014
Rain and Rust
Between all the self-talk —
and yearning for a potato chip.
If only I could paint this time
between rain and rust
how would that look?
Once I was a river wild,
whiskey notes, and
summer squalls bending light.
The day you asked
I could not explain
in search of some moment.
Despite all the doubts
it was worth the while
it takes to see fireflies
In the words you whispered,
wearing my wounds,
and the distance of blue.
AG ~ May 2016
Aware are we now
where we are now
and nothing more.
Our youthful dreams and desires bend toward
the graceful acceptance of simpler joys:
Tigerlilies calling forth thunderheads.
Blue chicory and queen anne’s lace
that run along abandoned railroad tracks.
Meadows of ripening summer grass
anchored by a heaving stone wall.
Rockface punctuated with Prickly Pear
beside a muddy river minding its own.
Dogs lapping at the edge of a pond
and joyfully rolling in fresh-cut hay.
Clouds holding their own conversations
in a cornflower-blue sky.
Finger-sniffing rubs of tomato and basil
in a walled and weeded garden
next to plants creeping back into wilderness.
Still air heavy and languid
slow-walking in the rain.
Slow-waking and rising
to Sunday morning quiet.
Breakfast on sweet-tart apple pie
with smelly gooey farm fresh cheese.
Blueberry tea in a china cup
with no handle
and a curvy aubergine pattern.
The long day gives way to dusk
as tree frogs bellow their lustiness
and the summer moon slips through
billowing clouds until only
without your light –
the hurry of life
ag ~ June 2013
with love and gratitude
for sharing the lush and simple beauty
of our beloved land and time together.
A Summer Moon
a summer moon
with golden curls
woods and meadows
on pond seas
on children’s swings
laughing in the breeze
we hunt seaglass
the color of your eyes
tumbled by the shore’s
pray to the goddess
amongst the craggy graves
the warmth of tea
bread and butter
a smile through tears
on your face
we watch two eagles
soar and glide
alone and together
hearts fill with grace
of life but
the sweet dimple
a summer moon
a shooting star
blessed with grace
finds her way
for Robin ~ beloved friend forever
Rest In Peace ~ July 18, 1952 – August 13, 2012
I finger my hair
waiting for your next poem
long grass the apricot drift of late sun sky
fireflies eddy the long summer night
ag ~ 2012
fireflies gently tilt and float
the night into my bedroom mirror
eddying their sparkling lullaby
a glance of light here and there
such short flights of fancy
and the lush brushing of leaves
together with bullfrogs bellowing
swells our longing onto the breeze
what maestro’s baton so sweetly kindles
June’s symphony of wafting sky light
pulsing rhythms inside and outside
my window this long summer’s night
ag ~ 2012
June is one of my two favorite months. It oozes heat and passion in the right mix especially at twilight:
the rose red
dusk between my toes the long day*
in the old meadow
the sky too
in this garden**
scatter my ashes
in a summer garden
as daylight ebbs
and colors ripen
warm moon on the rise pulsing fireflies
*first published Haiku Canada Review
** 1st published Blithe Spirit