It’s been a great week for giving and receiving poetry, as well as seeing it in its new home environment.
Earlier this week, Alaina posted a picture of her growing art wall, of which a poem square and postcard poem are part of.
Tuesday, Adam’s exchange poem arrived. This is the second of Adam’s poems I have.
And yesterday, my poem arrived at Adam’s and I joked about posing a few of the Lego people with it. In true Adam style, he exceeded himself.
“Lonely Stormtrooper and Lego Writer Man ponder the subtext of metaphors.”
The thrill of seeing my work in the wild is absolutely on par with seeing my books out there in circulation. But in a slightly different way.
Where’s the pink fish? Enough said.
Image: Liz Rowlands via Avant Card
This is how one ‘ups the horse ante’ to celebrate World Poetry Day (was made on the 22nd but only posting now!)
This weekend, tap your inner Mike!
Image: GOMA 10th birthday celebrations summer program
THE ZERO POINT
You are the dancing feet
and the soaring wings
You are the light
and the dark.
The turning of the moon.
You are the firs
and the ash.
The beginning and the end.
Turning, ever turning,
you are everything
Being analogue is good for poeting! This is the fifth card from last week’s digital hiatus (but yes, only the fourth posting!)
Image is Georgia O’Keefe’s ‘Ram’s Head/Blue Morning Glory’. A call and response (if you have a rather broad interpretation of such) to the last card I received.
A card from Nicky, arriving out of the blue, is not unheard of here. Last week it was good to be able to return the unexpected correspondence. Plus proof of existence for friends, when one drops off the radar, is possibly useful and kind.
Postcard is by Emily Craven (@imagesforjoy)
I wove a cocoon of exile
Tensile silks of sadness
Lost in disappearing
Neptune’s daughter drowning
Until I walked your fields
Unraveled myself in your arms
Followed your star
As you ignited my light
Neptune’s daughter now
This week’s prompt:The Star. Next week’s prompt: 9 of Pentacles.