Hopper

Grasshopper 2

“Giddy grasshopper
Take care…do not leap and crush
These pearls of dewdrop”
― Kobayashi Issa

Grasshopper 1

Grasshopper 3

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Soaring Low

Eaglet

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A bald eagle built
a nest on a directional
sign on eastbound 408
where lanes exit to 417
in Orlando.

Last week, driving
home, I looked up and saw
an eaglet standing
in the nest, looking
out at the traffic rushing
under her feet –
without pattern or reason.

The eaglet was wavering
on the edge.

As I moved on, I knew
the feeling.

 

 

 

Aloft

Owl National Audubon Society

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“When the lips are silent,
the heart has a hundred tongues.”

– Rumi

 

These still moments roll

between you and I, charged

with blue voltage that feeds.

We are not filling the spaces

with devices and parlor tricks.

 

You open the spaces, smiling.

 

I span the spaces with fluttering –

wings carry our love tree to tree.

 

 

 

so let’s say a tree that hangs

hands

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so let’s say

a tree that hangs

because I love

a cliché once

yesterday you were

the only

not alone but

in unison really

twelve hours we

rode laughter

following the rules

of engagement

our life is

on the cusp higher

that settles

much redundantly

how long and how

wide ardently

love comes in

volumes bound

so let’s say

a tree that gives

let’s say the

yesterday when

you were the

only one alone

 

 

 

Top Hat and Tail Feathers

 

“…birds are holes in heaven
through which man may pass.”

– Walter Anderson

 

Today I chose the Crow,
tossing the Mockingbird I wore
yesterday into the hamper.

I enjoy my time in the choir.

The Crow is a more thoughtful
outfit – as long as I don’t see
any shiny thing along the way.

As a Crow I’m allowed to witness
in the court; a defender – Fish
Crows serve in the prosecution.

I’ve only worn the Dove once —
really don’t have that much grace within me.

 

* * *

 

Walter Anderson, Artist.

Walter Anderson’s Little Room.

 

 

Natural Disturbance

starry night2

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“It is life’s work to recognize the mystery of the obvious.”

– Jim Harrison

 

The artist paints the night he sees
through the window of his chamber.

Cobalt on the brush,
vibrations he strokes
onto the canvas –
he senses them.
His mind delivers
red spot confluences
that pulse through
him into his painting.
Luminance imprints
his psyche; his vision
is one of scaling –
mathematical improbabilities.

Zinc yellow, then
cadmium to the pulsing
stars that vibrate and gyre
in his torment’s eye.

Tonight Vincent represents
the agitation of the light he paints.

With wakes, eddies he brushes
to life on the sky, he is recording
scales of motion eyes cannot see
and will not computate, possibly
ever – beautiful the forms
of turbulent spins, swirls.

Or only the vorticity of an inclement mind.

 

* * *

Vincent Van Gogh’s connection to turbulence.

Day 28 of Jilly’s “28 Days of Unreason.”

I want to thank Jilly for originating this challenge two years ago!  Jim Harrison’s poetry is not for everybody — it’s for those who see the poetic in the natural world, in the trials of life, and at the edge of insanity.  I have grown as a writer and a poet through my interaction with these prompts.  Thank you, Miss Jill!  It’s been a wonderful trip.

Posted at dVerse, Open Link Night.

“We all know that Art is not truth.
Art is a lie that makes us realize truth,
at least the truth that is given us to understand.
The artist must know the manner whereby
to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.”

― Pablo Picasso

 

Ceiling below Minimums

bird and cloud

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“At four in the morning my body bumped against the ceiling.”

– Jim Harrison

 

…and it’s my wounded
inner eye that draws
me up and out of myself to roam.

In the early hours when sleep
rests heavy, a dew-drenched
blanket covering my undiscovered
trespasses, lapses, the eye –
that damned eye! – with vision
softened through it’s pearl
iris, leads me in drafts of flight.
I become a glider without confines.

Last night the poetry failed,
and I fluttered upward on prose.

I have the bruises to prove it.

 

* * *

This is Day 27 of Jilly’s “Days of Unreason.”  I want to thank Jilly for originating this challenge two years ago!  Jim Harrison’s poetry is not for everybody — it’s for those who see the poetic in the natural world, in the trials of life, and at the edge of insanity.  I have grown as a writer and a poet through my interaction with these prompts.  Thank you, Miss Jill!

“We all know that Art is not truth.
Art is a lie that makes us realize truth,
at least the truth that is given us to understand.
The artist must know the manner whereby
to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.”

― Pablo Picasso

Pacing

panther

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“There is a human wildness held beneath the skin
that finds all barriers brutishly unbearable.”

– Jim Harrison

 

“Nur manchmal schiebt der Vorhang der Pupille
sich lautlos auf—.  Dann geht ein Bild hinein,
geht durch der Glieder angespannte Stille—
und hört im Herzen auf zu sein.”

– Rainer Maria Rilke, Der Panther

 

 

You were not made,
it so obviously displayed
itself to us, to be caged
in an office –
a cubicle.
The routine dulled
and also drove you
to the edge of the chasm.

I remember lunching
with you; we went
as a gang to the place
on 5th.  You were last
into the booth, laughed
and seemed freed.
But after the meal
you reclined…
your eyes became
pale like the fish
on ice at the open market.

What reality did you see
then?

Two days later
you bolted;
no notice.

Now, of course
with technology,
we work from home,
from a park,
along the river,
at the edge of the roof
of our apartment buildings.

But it wasn’t the space
that made the cage,
was it?

 

* * *

This is Day 26 of Jilly’s “Days of Unreason.”  I want to thank Jilly for originating this challenge two years ago!  Jim Harrison’s poetry is not for everybody — it’s for those who see the poetic in the natural world, in the trials of life, and at the edge of insanity.  I have grown as a writer and a poet through my interaction with these prompts.  Thank you, Miss Jill!

The quote from Rilke is in the original German.  I encourage you to take the time to read the many English translations of The Panther that are out there.  And then I encourage you to read Rilke!

“We all know that Art is not truth.
Art is a lie that makes us realize truth,
at least the truth that is given us to understand.
The artist must know the manner whereby
to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.”

― Pablo Picasso

Haibun – Half-cocked

crap storm

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“A violent windstorm the night before
the solstice.”

– Jim Harrison

 

Politics is politicsart is art. If you play a political role, you have to stop being an artist.”

– Youssou N’Dour

 

We have many different kinds of storms here on Planet Earth – summer plains storms, Pacific coastal storms, Nor’easters, tropical storms, hurricanes (also called typhoons or cyclones), winter storms.  For the past few years we’ve been suffering through a crap storm (tempête de merde, scheiß sturm, καταιγίδα, , tormenta de mierda… to my English-tuned ears, it sounds better in these other languages!) across the planet.  Crap flying here, crap flying there.  Everyone flapping gums about the crap in the air.  And very few people smart enough to grab shovels and start fertilizing.

 

hot wind is blowing
storm season calls us to act –
hand out chewing gum!

 

Day 25 of Jilly’s “Days of Unreason” challenge.  Taken primarily from Jim Harrison’s collection of poetry, Songs of Unreason, these prompts are meant to be springboards off which your muse, your id, that irrepressible (and potentially damaged) voice that guides your writing, may do cannonballs, poorly-executed swan dives, or just hold-your-nose-and-go-in-feet-first-ogling-the-lifeguard-stuff.  Jim Harrison had an overriding philosophy that guided his efforts:  “Unlike a lot of writers, I don’t have any craving to be understood.”  That’s really freeing when approaching this challenge!

Posted to dVerse Poets Pub, Haibun Monday.  Jilly is hosting and is asking us to write a haibun using an unconventional kigo.  I think I managed to do that.

 

“We all know that Art is not truth.
Art is a lie that makes us realize truth,
at least the truth that is given us to understand.
The artist must know the manner whereby
to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.”

― Pablo Picasso