wandering spirits
held in thought
never captured
call to me
always out of reach
This gogyohka, inspired by water music by Kerfe Roig, is my response to
Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday
#Poetry Challenge No. 187 #PhotoPrompt,
with the photo provided by Sally Cronin.
Aware of Darkness
Who is to say one’s grief
is greater than that of another?
Never really gone,
all exist in all they touch,
yet some are touched
in ways that cannot be equaled.
Who is to measure a loss,
if not the one whose heart
cannot find a way to fill a space
that already holds something
that can no longer be touched?
One who sees the darkness
that would consume
the light that fills that space.
One who lives with that grief.
These are my thoughts after reading Beware of Darkness, by Kerfe Roig.
Linked to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub
ever full
torn paper
the beat of wings
turn of a leaf
a passing shadow
less than before
now a memory
a streak of chrome
a trail of red in the night
the world passing by
this, and more
unspoken thoughts
become a fount
taking shape
in words, colors
seeping across the page
holding everything, and nothing
the reader left to decide
the poet’s intent
empty hands, cupped
hold more than the universe
has to offer, hopes, wishes
left unfulfilled, leaving nothing
from the past but memories,
yet all of the future
This began as two stanzas (the final two),
which were the tangent taken by my thoughts
after reading Kerfe’s Across the Universe.
~ Day 27 ~
I know that many of you recognize the mad poetic and artistic skills of Kerfe Roig, as seen on the blog “method two madness” that she shares with her friend, Nina, so I’m sure you’ll want to check out her recent posts on a side-blog she has created during Nina’s hiatus.
I am one with the waters
with colors with sounds with winds
that shimmer me with light–
I fill myself with waves
with colors with sound with winds
with skies reflected from deep within–
I fill myself with waves–
I am inhaling the salt and the sand
with skies reflected from deep within–
covered by the sun’s blanket
I am inhaling the salt and sand–
I close my eyes and soar
covered by the sun’s blanket
that shimmers me with light–
I close my eyes and soar–
I am one with the waters
Another pantoum, for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.
I am posting at this site while Nina is on hiatus. But I’ll be back at MeMadTwo when she returns.
it’s the alone in
the dance that makes the never
knowing so complete
Kerfe Roig
Never Knowing
Your absence the loss
of a scale to measure
all that comes after.
What steps to take
in the loss of moments.
Whether to lead. Or follow.
Whether to acquiesce, be carried
away by a tune, or resent it
for the memories it holds.
The dance of never knowing
is a dark reflection of the dance
of enjoyment that came before.
Both the senryū and the watercolor are by Kerfe Roig,
from her post (nowhere) to be found.
Ken G.
Acquisition
I hold aloft what holds me down,
My sense of self, as yet unsound.
No sense of where my mind should be,
My troubles named, within me found.
And yet this weight that’s placed on me
Need not be what the world should see.
Acknowledging that I’m not bound
May offer possibilities.
All month, I held off from attempting to write a rubaiyat, finding no interest in the form. I guess I just needed something to write about. I found that in Kerfe Roig’s Inquisition. I left this as a comment, and I’m just under the wire for Frank Hubeny’s month-long prompt at dVerse, Poetry Forms: Rubaiyat. This is written in iambic tetrameter, with a rhyme scheme of AABA BBAB.
Image source: pngtree.com
traces of tides
there
and not
a lunar dream
traces left in spaces
between grains of sand
mindless of daylight
dusk or dawn
born of
night
Inspired by “on tides” by Kerfe Roig, at method two madness – her response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Footprints #writephoto.
Image by Sue Vincent
National/Global Poetry Writing Month ~ Day 18
framing the years
time, the line
we cannot box, never
finding a final corner
passing on to form
the next box
and the next
a snake
with the mind of Escher
defining the vortex
the core of existence
drawn through time
expressed between that line
A response to Kerfe’s January 2018, at method two madness
A Question of Presence
I might say to spare me
an absence of presence, should
the time come, but remember,
a sparrow may return to a nest
abandoned, that light still touches
those reaches outwardly empty.
A jay might seem raucous,
even crazed, but devoted,
still, to those it holds dear.
Dotage to its extremes.
In catching up with my reading after last week’s absence, I found derelict, Kerfe Roig’s (method two madness) response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Her poem took me in this direction.
Image source: Blue Jay, © Maria Corcacas/PFW via The Cornell Lab of Ornithology
Sue’s Original Photo Prompt
