A State of Friendship ~ #011 April 2014 – Haiga/Haibun Thinking Week #14: Literature Week (and) NaPoWriMo 2014

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Friendship C. S. Lewis Quote

Crossing Fences

connection. how are we alike? a shared moment. a moment with or without words. a hand that reaches out to help. it all works. toward friendship. 

not long after moving into this house i’m out in the yard. working. cutting a blossoming vine back. or weeding. it’s mid-summer. it’s hot. 

i’ve spoken to my neighbor a few times. we say hi over the fence. i see him working in his yard. we mention the weather. 

this one mid-summer day. i’m dripping. when he calls my name. i look up. he has a beer in his hand. he gestures toward me. i’m confused for a moment. i think he needs a hand with something. it was such an unexpected thing. then i notice his other hand holds a beer as well. he has a beer in each hand. he gestures again. no words. just this motion with his hand around the beer. i’m still not sure. i walk over. he extends the beer across the fence. i’m wordless. 

to this day i can not remember what we spoke about after i accepted that beer. the yard. the sun. the time of year. this plant or that one. yet as clear as an autumn bell i can remember his hand making that wordless gesture. 

i take care of his yard while he’s away. he takes care of mine. we each have a key to the other house. i take his visiting grandson in for art lessons one summer. and another to the beach as no one in his family swims.  we swap fruit from our yards when we have something growing or ripe or something extra. mangoes. avocados. oranges, limes. when i pause to think about it there is a long list of these moments that begin to return to me. 

years later. after many exchanges. i remember that gesture with the beer in his hand—and a few others we have exchanged—wordlessly. it was his gesture that day that cemented our friendship. i’m glad we became friends. 

mango friendship
a gesture over the fence
with a beer


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Digital Drawing and Painting

  • 8 x 12 Inches @ 300 ppi
  • Zen Brush App
  • ScratchCam App
  • Perfect Effects 8
  • Adobe Photoshop Elements 12

 
This is my response to the Haibun Thinking blog: Week #14 – April 22, 2014 Literature Week prompt.

 
You are invited to respond to the Haibun Thinking blog prompts each week. You are invited to read the response to these prompts by other writers as well (click on the Links in Collection buttons) and have fun of course.

 
This is also a response for National Poetry Writing Month 2014 (NaPoWriMo 2014). I hope to contribute at least one poetic writing each day—although I will post these on my blog only as I post (which currently is about 2-4 times a week).

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Blossom Lingering ~ #010 April 2014 – Haiga/Haibun/Haiku for NaPoWriMo 2014

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Suddenly Spring

 

passionfruit returns to blossom production. each time I step outside. to see what is happening. the plant. seems to have meandered. with intention. along the fence. another few feet. exploring. a path of its own. bing. pop. fling. zing. blossoms bobble. lingering. in the golden air. the translucent. insect-wing. light. of the garden. at dusk.

are we there yet? are we into spring yet? 

the rain is chilly. I add another layer of clothing. pull an extra blanket back up on the bed. take the hoodie out of the closet. again. again.

the passionfruit blinking out more blossoms. blink. another blossom. blink. another blossom. blink. . . . 

okay. okay. sign me up. it’s got to be spring already!

blossoms pop 
in the lingering day
wordless

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Altered Photograph

  • 8 x 12 Inches @ 300 ppi
  • Digital Drawing and Painting 
  • iPad 2 Digital Camera
  • Top Camera App
  • Perfect Effects 8
  • Adobe Photoshop Elements 12

NaPoWriMo 2014

My responses for the last day or two of National Poetry Writing Month 2014 (NaPoWriMo 2014). I hope to contribute at least one poetic writing each day—although I will post these on my blog only as I post (which currently is about 2-4 times a week).

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April 21

spring rain
the bedroom door 
sticks

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tree bird chatter
settles into spring
blue dusk

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Transformation ~ #009 April 2014 – Haiga/Haibun for #FWF Free Write Friday: Image Prompt (and) NaPoWriMo

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White Butterfly of Transformation

 

Spring. Summer. Autumn. Winter. Spring. 

the cycle of seasons. transformational change. beautifully ongoing. change.

the way in which change is accomplished. sets up the nature. of the replacement structure. 

destructive change: creates a void. the edges around a void collapse into the following time-space. a chaotic slosh. a chaotic struggle. often leading to more destruction. rippling through the settling sediment. eventually. something grows. after destruction new growth. is often a repetition. of what was destroyed. 

transformation: a different form of change. transformation: brings about a change with opportunity. to learn. or evolve. from the past. to evolve. in significant ways. often beneficial ways. improvement is possible. with this new growth. the new growth of transformation. a permanent. beneficial. change. is more likely to result.

when destruction seems like the solution. remember. the default design of destruction is to replace what exists with what has already been. the very thing that was destroyed. when this happens we are simply in a destructive cycle. 

human beings have the ability to combine transformation with destruction—if destruction is necessary. better still. human beings have the ability to eliminate destruction entirely. and bring about change through transformation. this becomes a transformation cycle. we have this ability.  

when we create a transformation cycle we improve the human condition. our own condition.

in all likelihood change is inevitable. choice is one of the faculties by which we are able to bring about change. we each have choice. 

which is preferable? to embrace, destruction or transformation?

this flight
into white butterfly Spring
transformation

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Digital Drawing and Painting

  • 8 x 12 Inches @ 300 ppi
  • Digital Drawing and Painting 
  • Wacaom Cintiq 12WX
  • Perfect Effects 8
  • Photoshop Elements 12

This is my (slightly more than slightly edited) response to the #FWF Free Write Friday April 18, 2014 Oyvind Gregersen Image Fall of Liberty prompt, found through Kellie Elmore’s Blog.

My response is in the form of haiga and haibun. Two of the many Haiku and Related Forms in the field of poetry.

Haibun is prose or poetry (other than haiku) plus one or more haiku.

Haiga is image which includes haiku as a part of the image—image and haiku as one work.

April is National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) 2014. I hope to contribute at least one poetic writing each day—although I will post these on my blog only as I post (which currently is about 2-4 times a week). My response for:

NaPoWriMo 2014 

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April 19

yellow rose
bamboo wind chimes
softly in the night

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April 20

mountain haze
these volcano winds
return with Spring

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Belief. Within Yourself ~ #008 April 2014 – Haiga/Haibun Thinking Week #13: Film Week (and) NaPoWriMo 2014

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“Some people can’t believe in themselves
until someone else believes in them first.”
- Good Will Hunting

 

Mandala Spring

 

we are curious creatures. 

I am amazed by the number of ingenious ways we gather to twist our thinking into motivational intrigues. ingenious intrigues.

our mind is both one of our most powerfully enriching creative tools and one of our greatest stumbling blocks. 

our mind is a great human asset.

whether to rest and sharpen our creative tool, to bring ourself into well being. or. to escape the stumbling block of our own mind, to bring ourself into well being. human beings employ an ever widening range of mental exercises. techniques. explorations. 

counting breath. meditation. works as well as anything I’ve found. better. 

meditation. 
breath counting.
centering.

at the same time. one of the simplest things we can do with our mind. and. one of the most challenging to maintain. for even a few moments. until we’ve practiced daily. for a significant. and extended number. of moments. sometimes for years. 

and yet. always. only each day. for a few moments.

and still. all we have to do. today. is try. 

this is practice. the practice. of meditation. of counting breath. this returning to trying. centering. to do this simple thing. counting breath. meditation. each moment our mind. attempts. to slip away. the daily practice. is. to return. to trying. for a few moments. breath counting. meditation. centering. 

for a few extended moments. each day. practice returning. 

centering. 

breath counting.

meditation.

centering
in the lingering day
a breath garden

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Digital Drawing and Painting

  • 8 x 12 Inches @ 300 ppi
  • Perfect Effects 8
  • Adobe Photoshop Elements 12

This is my response to the Haibun Thinking blog: Week #13 – April 15, 2014 Film Week prompt.

You are invited to respond to the Haibun Thinking blog prompts each week. You are also invited to read the response to these prompts by other writers as well (click on the Links in Collection buttons) and have fun.

This is also my response for several days of National Poetry Writing Month 2014 (NaPoWriMo 2014). I hope to contribute at least one poetic writing each day—although I will post these on my blog only as I post (which currently is about 2-4 times a week).

 

NaPoWriMo 2014

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April 14

NaPoWriMo Prompt:

Today’s prompt (optional, as always) is a little something I’m calling “Twenty Questions.” The idea is to write a poem in which every sentence, except for the last one, is in the form of a question. That’s it! It can be as long or short as you like. The questions can be deep and philosophical (‘what is the meaning of life?’) or routine and practical (‘are you going to eat that?’). Or both!”

 

This One Red Blossom

is there meaning to life?
does there have to be meaning to life?
is life without meaning frightening?
if life without meaning is frightening, 
     is it the unknown that makes it so? 

has there always been meaning?
is searching the purpose of life?
is purpose the same as the meaning of life?
is there a way to stop searching?

if we search without knowing what we search for, 
     does that count as the meaning of life?
what have you found today?
what have you lost today?
do we organize around the replication 
     of finding again. repeatedly?

where are we—humanity, going?
is the journey the point of humanity?
is it okay to enjoy the ride?
did you search in your thoughts today?

are we going to the stars?
will our star search explode into the universe?
when the wind blows your hat away, 
     do you search for it?
is humanity exploding the universe?

oh. look. 
     a yellow blossom. 
          opening. 
               into Spring.

 

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April 15

blood moon
the distance between memory
and my walk tonight

 

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April 16

 NaPoWriMo Prompt:

This prompt is from Daisy Fried, and the basic idea is to write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie. Your lies could be silly, complicated, tricky, or obvious.”

 

No Reason
 
butter is nice 
     we shake hands
the sun 
     dancing 
          on rain clouds
I can’t understand 
     these tears 
          spoken 
               in pillow whispers
the birds sing of morning 
     in English 
          moments
the sound of a wind chime 
      running down
neighbor dogs bark devastation
     against a street strolling cat
          last night at the dinner table
a broken toaster flames out
     round one
seedlings turn cartwheels 
     in the garden
          once each day
I sleep write poetry 
     in the shower 
          each Spring
this time 
     in April 
          I’ve nothing to say 
               not even a rhyme

 

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April 17

lingering clouds
all day I wait for the rain
Spring

 

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Bamboo Spring ~ #007 April 2014 – Haiga/Haibun Phoneography Challenge: Macro (plus) NaPoWriMo

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Finding Bamboo Spring

 

I’m not sure why I’ve been attracted to bookmarks. the interest goes back years. I periodically return to creating them as well as gathering them. gathering, I’ve used bits of paper. yarn. feathers. twigs. anything handy at times. I suspect most of us have.

creating a bookmark appeals to me. the corner of an envelope—which I then paint. watercolor (and drawing) paper—painting and drawing. photographs which I use as is or attach as collage to other papers. sometimes I laminate the work. sometimes I do not. dried and pressed blossoms, petals, leaves, seaweed. clothing tags with string, cord and chain, ribbons and beads or plastic do-dahs—which I may also paint.

and more recently bamboo. slicing the bamboo thin lengthways. or snipping stalks in various lengths to make beads for the ribbon or cording tassel.

a week ago I gave up on being ready to make things with the bamboo in my yard this Spring. it helps to know what I intend to do with the bamboo before I start trimming. in this case I needed to cut the buddha bamboo back so I could get to the gate without maneuvering through a forest. I thought I gave up on a variety of ideas—paint and pen reeds, whistle flutes, plant stakes, sand drawing tools, clay tools, attachments and sculpture parts, paper and canvas hanging bars and beads. beads for pendants, key chains and of course bookmarks.

I’ve used this bamboo previously on projects such as a Naked Mail Art Swap.

Naked Mail Art (or Naked Postal Art) is simply art work sent through the postal service unwrapped. addresses and stamp(s) are placed directly on the work and away it goes. I wrote about one of these naked mail art projects a couple of years ago, entitled Painting Bamboo Forest in a Jar.

yard work
within a bamboo forest
I find Spring

I cut the bamboo a week ago. in the process of cutting I began to trim a few pieces to use in planting and hanging things. and as beads—even though I was not ready to work with the bamboo at this time. hope remains that some of the cuttings will turn into bookmark beads if nothing else. somehow creating a bookmark feels like Spring to me.

now the bamboo will-be-beads are drying.

the bamboo is green yet often turns to a yellow-tan as it dries. sometimes it will retain the green to some degree. mostly it turns to that soft golden glow yellow, which can look so inviting when slightly polished with handling.

bamboo Spring
I trim green cuttings
into beads

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Altered Photograph

  • 8 x 12 Inches @ 300 ppi
  • Digital Drawing and Painting 
  • iPad 2 Digital Camera
  • Top Camera App
  • Perfect Effects 8
  • Adobe Photoshop Elements 12

This is my response to the Phoneography and Non-SLR Digital Devices Photo Challenge: Macro, April 14, 2014 found on the Lens and Pens by Sally blog. The theme or focus for the 2nd Monday of the month is Macro.

I’m also including my response for yesterday for National Poetry Writing Month 2014 (NaPoWriMo 2014). I hope to contribute at least one poetic writing each day—although I will post these on my blog only as I post (which currently is about 2-4 times a week).

NaPoWriMo

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April 13

stitched into the night
the clatter of banana leaves
Spring sky

 

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Driven ~ #006 April 2014 – Haiga/Haibun for #FWF Free Write Friday: Joanne Harris Words (and) NaPoWriMo

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Joanne Harris Quote Prompt 1

Between Paintbrush and Spring

 

two A.M. twisted. in bed sheets. a dream. before I wake. this distant Spring. opening edges. into otherness. other worlds. I sit up. my paintbrush in hand. knowing she watches. urging. urgent. in silence. knowing. in silence. this need for light. hue. pigment. blossom. random. and intentional. strokes. splattered on canvas. wet paper. dreams. she knows. waiting on edge. patient. impatient. to begin. struggling for patience. control. in the silence. i wake. again. knowing she watches. and will not wait. long. thoughts in my skull. scatter. i know. she waits. for my return. here. strokes. these brushstrokes. of paint. a slathering. release. driven. pleasure. driven. she is like that. pure. pleasure. silken. buttery. wet. paint. tactile. these colors of Spring. otherness. in her. my muse.

visitation
these distant colors of Spring
in the painter’s hand

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Altered Photographs

  • 8 x 12 Inches @ 300 ppi
  • Digital Drawing and Painting 
  • Nikon D80 Digital Camera
  • Perfect Effects 8
  • Photoshop Elements 12

 

This is my (slightly edited) response to the #FWF Free Write Friday April 11, 2014 Joanne Harris prompt, found on Kellie Elmore’s Blog.

 
April is National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) 2014. I hope to contribute at least one poetic writing each day—although I will post these on my blog only as I post (which currently is about 2-4 times a week). My response for:

 
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April 09

Spring walk
the birds in morning song
till ten A.M.

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April 10

even the dog
this scent of Spring 
in the grass

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April 11

young blossom
the Spring colors remain
a mystery

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Chasing Spring ~ #005 April 2014 – Haiga/Haibun Thinking Week #12: Freestyle Week (and) NaPoWriMo

©14 Chasing Spring 2 sml 6x

 

Chasing Spring

 

yesterday. daffodils. purple-blue blossoms. forsythia yellow. early. before 7 AM. mom drops me off. a light breeze. i think kite. my kite in hand. i cross the street. up the embankment. over the fence. a nine year old. into the field. kite with tail. and string. bowing in the wind. the tug. and weight. i know i can pull my kite into this wind. high white cloud sky. moving fast across the field. green damp moss. around mottled straw grass. the stalks still standing. this snapping. soggy. crunch. under my feet. thin sneakers. i avoid the soft places. still. the water seeps in. over the soles. through the white canvas. wetter feet with each step. the kite takes off. the string. rattle hums out. the wind has never caught my kite so easily. this is the third day i’ve tried. i’m the first here. no one else sees. no one knows i’m here. i think, how will i tell them how fast? suddenly. the end of the string. i chase the string. the kite. so high. a dot. no more string. the pull gone. the weight of the kite. gone. high up. i run. i leap. i cross the field. down the slope. over the fence. into the peach orchard. chasing the kite. east. the string. snagging and snaking through trees. branches. the end of the string slithering along the ground. bouncing. lifting off the ground. dropping back again. i race. no time to think. again. the string lifting off. the tip waist high. i chase. shoulder high. and. off. upward. over my jump reach. gone. in fifteen minutes. spring wind. runs off with my kite. and i have. all day. to play.

and today.

paintbrush in hand
I search a nearby field
barely Spring

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Digital Drawing and Painting

  • 8 x 12 Inches @ 300 ppi
  • Procreate App
  • ArtStudio App
  • Perfect Effects 8
  • Adobe Photoshop Elements 12

This is my response to the Haibun Thinking blog: Week #12 – April 8, 2014 Freestyle Week prompt

You are invited to respond to the Haibun Thinking blog prompts each week. You are invited to read the response to these prompts by other writers as well (click on the Links in Collection buttons) and have fun.

This is of course also my response today for National Poetry Writing Month 2014 (NaPoWriMo 2014). I hope to contribute at least one poetic writing each day—although I will post these on my blog only as I post (which currently is about 2-4 times a week).

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