Juuuuuunnnnneeeee

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:

O me!
O Life!
A few pencil strokes between the o
in Picasso
and Grillo

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fireflies
tumbleweed a rusling breeze
nomads of the night sky

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the unturned stone’s lost syllables

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in the holy of the artist rides the shotgun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

June and the Strawberry Moon (revisited)

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.

 

June

thunder drums
the earth
returns the call
red roses issue
bullfrogs echo
rivers storm
however brief
that passion
ignites
eddies back
a plea from
the full strawberry moon
and her wild
goddess energy
pay attention
please
to these gifts
now

ag ~ 2014

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June Bugs

June bugs or Sunburst beetles emerge in great numbers in June and chew holes in the giant leaves of sunflowers and make wayward flights into human territory. They are also a beautiful glossy/iridescent green/gold. Just a little entomology to introduce another short-lived but beloved early summer favorite – June haiku:

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wild blackberries

so like my curls

dark and sweet

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all my poems

suddenly adrift

this June night

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the swishing wind

carries your name

rain falling

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orange blossom honey

the sweetness

of yielding

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I’d rather fall in love

than write poems

the june moon

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ag

June Love

June

thunder drums
the earth
returns the call
red roses issue
bullfrogs echo
rivers storm
however brief
that passion
ignites
eddies back
a plea from
the full strawberry moon
and her wild
goddess energy
pay attention
please
to these gifts
now

ag ~ 2014

a June romance

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

Glorious June

June is one of my two favorite months. It oozes heat and passion in the right mix especially at twilight:

twilight ripens
the rose red
ripens twilight

dusk between my toes the long day*

fireflies
in the old meadow
the sky too
lingers
in this garden**

please
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