contrails and foxtails
a wispy wave
to the morning
It’s the last day of February, 2019, and the ending to my practice of writing at least one haiku per day for National Haiku Writers Month–always February. I missed only a couple of days including yesterday. The practice of writing a daily haiku is more of an exercise in taking a closer look at moments that often get ignored or diluted in busy-ness. It’s also a great practice in articulating and editing just enough to give these moments breath and respect. For all of this and more–I am grateful.
beginnings and endings
false starts and fine finishes
always in the editing
starts to make sense
head to the east
nose to the west
purpling wind on a whim I channel my inner Picasso
Dora. By Pablo Picasso
the sea distills time into postcard moments a tumbledown pale blue and yellow
skipping in and out
of the waiting room
a new haiku
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up. Pablo Picasso ~
beach stones stacked on her windowsill Picasso’s ode to the young-at-heart artist
snow globe Snow Moon and here I sit boxed in
super heat wave on the Super Snow Moon why do I protest so much
snow moon in her hair her smiling heart
blotting paint off my canvas contours new questions
as the narrative unfolds blue to black to blue again
post Frida Kahlo show–
I pluck the gray
from my brows
inspiration and envy
my inner artist twins
fast forward Frida in today’s world darling and daring or distorted?
Found Poetry from: A Public Persona That Still Enthralls by Rebecca Kleinman; New York Times, Sunday, February 3, 2019
Frida Kahlo: About That Unibrow
Frida Kahlo’s image
on a par with Cleopatra
cultivated a statement.
A statement unibrow
the body as canvas
drew focus to her face.
and a sense of wonder turned
pain and corsets into art.
Often portrayed as a victim,
broken and fragile
she was strong and accomplished.
Comfortable with cross-dressing
in dungarees and a cigarette she
re-established her independence.
like a natty chap in
“Self-Portrait With Cropped Hair”
she had relationships with women.
A mastermind, Kahlo delivered
red-carpet moments and referred
to herself as the great concealer.
once a river wild
muscling bedrock now a stream
waddles in rain
once a youth trim
muscle weight now an elder
pounds on a scale