End This Endless Sunset
Where do the seasons take us?
Is direction relevant
when the sun repeatedly sets
and the promise inherent in a sunrise
refuses to reveal itself?
Give me the promise of a spring
that cannot be denied, with clouds
to reflect that sunrise, not threaten
an unending storm to hold us back.
The Ekphrastic Review, with guest editor Janette Shafer offered Emilio Boggio’s Fin de la Jornada in The Emilio Boggio Ekphrastic Challenge. While I received encouraging comments from Janette, my submission did not make the final cut. There are some wonderful selections that were chosen, including those by Kerfe Roig and Merril Smith, and they can be read here.
Image source: Wikimedia Commons – Fin de la Jornada, by Emilio Boggio
Claudia McGill’s Miniscule Illustrations: Transformation includes her pen and brush illustration and says:
This story is my favorite one in the Minuscule book, and when I was very young, almost 60 years ago, a tiny silver fish did swim into my hair on my first visit to the ocean – I was not quite five years old. I clearly remember the incident and the memory is a cherished one for me – almost a magical happening.
Her illustration inspired this poem, which I’ve layered into her art.
fish in child’s hair
planting seed of desire
to be a swimmer
Tiny currents brush the edges of my mind.
Random details, trivial and not-so-
minor, flutter, teasing my thoughts.
Never clear in their intent. Prodding me
to remember, or struggling
to break the tethers imposed
by those details, always out of reach?
This is my response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #113,
which offers a variety of images for inspiration.
Image source: pexels.com / Anthony
Concerns far behind us,
we reflect on direction,
guided by the light
of a thousand million souls.
Embracing the calm
descending upon us,
our course is clear
as we go forward, together.
This is a further revision of a poem that originated in February 2016, then revised and featured at The Ekphrastic Review in September 2018. All are inspired by Starry Night Over the Rhone, by Vincent van Gogh.
The poem as it appeared in 2016
Beneath the gaze of
a thousand million souls,
guided by their light,
we choose our path
Past concerns behind us,
we make our way,
our thoughts only for
what lies ahead
And as it appeared in
The Ekphrastic Review in 2018
Awake in this moment,
our concerns far behind us,
we make our way,
reflecting on direction.
Beneath the gaze
of a thousand million souls,
guided by their light,
our path is chosen.
Our course made clear,
we embrace the calm
that descends upon us
going forward, together.
Image source: Wikimedia Commons
My poem “the differences subtle” appears at Ekphrastic Writing Challenge Responses: Mark Rothko. It can be seen here, with other deserving reads. The painting “Untitled (Black on Red, 1957),” by Mark Rothko, is the inspiration for the challenge. Once again, I’m fortunate to be on the same page as Kerfe Roig.
My thanks go to Lorette C. Luzajic, Editor at The Ekphrastic Review, for including my poem.
After submitting this, I read about the “Rothko” in a post by Paul Szlosek, and I decide to try the form. The “Rothko” was created by poet Bob Holman. Following Mark Rothko’s practice of using three distinct colors, it contains three lines, three words per line, in a tic-tac-toe pattern (horizontal, vertical, or diagonal) – written while standing in front of a Rothko painting (here, viewing the image).
Mark Rothko Blues
red heat surrounding
scarlet barely surviving
blackness consuming all
Image source: Tate – Untitled (Black on Red, 1957), by Mark Rothko
My poem “Imperfectly Purified” appears at Ekphrastic Writing Challenge Responses: Cristobal Rojas. It can be seen here, with other deserving reads. The painting “El Purgatorio,” by Cristobal Rojas is the inspiration for the challenge, and I am pleased that Kerfe Roig is among the poets with whom I share recognition.
My thanks go to Guest Editor Janette Schafer at The Ekphrastic Review, for including my poem.
Image source: Wikimedia Commons – El Purgatorio, by Cristobal Rojas
Lighthouse in the Desert
In a tale of discernment,
a heart lost on a barren plain
thirsts for love.
with their bent ways
of drinking the light of others
to feed their own dark nature,
it seeks one that also seeks
a love that is both nurtured
and shared, finding that balance
in the one true lighthouse in the desert.
This poem was inspired by “Desert Horizons I,” a watercolor by Jason Hugger of Phoenix, Arizona. Jason says that discarded objects inspire his surrealistic desert landscape paintings. “The types of objects I select to use as reference for my paintings are usually heavily rusted and broken pieces of metal. Often I am not able to identify them and I find that intriguing. Reusing them gives them a second life and a beauty they may not have originally had as tools or other useful items.” (click image for larger view in new tab)
The prompt for NaPoWriMo.net for Day 22
is to write a poem that engages with another art form.