Tag Archives: poetry

Abacus (pantoum)

 

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Quietly apparent all that arises naturally as life

Synchronous arising no before or after only simultaneous

Yet counting on something passing clicking as if on an abacus

I draw out in the sand the footprints I leave behind as I go

 

Synchronous arising no before or after only simultaneous

Each day a counting from birdsong to bloom tender traces each

I draw out in the sand the footprints I leave behind as I go

To be washed clear, here the winds doing this work, a purification

 

Each day a counting from birdsong to bloom tender traces each

Drawing out that which has been dormant in other seasons

To be washed clear, here the winds doing this work, a purification

The counting as a momentary way of relating to the vast timeless

 

Drawing out that which has been dormant in other seasons

Gathering the sum of all the parts of what is a living precipice

The counting as a momentary way of relating to the vast timeless

This precipice, a burgeoning so fierce that it claims within it the calm

 

prompt: pantoum

27-30 April 2018

cc Janice Sandeen

Being Held Under: the dream (pantoum)

Sleep and the torment of undifferentiated events occurring and reoccurring

Crying out to the nursemaid that appears, an invented character –not an ally

Furiously I dig into depths of sediment made (up) of eons before and still to come

Anonymous things cascade as their very formation, epic some, insidious others

Crying out to the nursemaid that appears an invented character, not –an ally

Sure that help must come, as sure as previous layers settled Once Upon a Time

Anonymous, things cascade as their very formation –epic, some insidious, others

Remaining unresolved, thus acting as antigen, both antagonist and protagonist

Sure that help must come, as sure as previous layers once settled upon, a time

Repeating itself once again, yet the faces and objects take on different colors, shapes

Remaining unresolved thus acting as, antigen both antagonist/protagonist

Clambering to the ungraspable source, the surface –life support, of which there is none

Repeating itself once again yet the faces… and objects take on different colors, shapes

What mystery this puzzle that takes itself so resolutely magnificent in its diffuse distillations

Clambering to the ungraspable, source the surface, life support of which there is –none

Better than waking (up) dreaming –only to recognize the once hidden throngs effervesced

 

Thank you to the Richmond (CA) Poet Laureates Daniel Ari, Rob Lipton, and Ciera Jevae-Gordon for the writing prompts this past month during National Poetry Month. 🙂

[This poem is a pantoum, “a Malay repeating form, written in quatrains, in which the second and fourth lines of each stanza become the first and third lines of the next one.” –from p. 195, The Poetry Dictionary by John Drury, ©1995 Story Press; Cincinnati, OH.]

Dry Winter Spring

dry skin dry winter

it’s been a dry season

coming to the surface now

 

hot air balloons rise in the distance

spring is here and

no mud in sight, clean shoesdry winter spring

 

cracked lip cracked skin

all those years, parched

and homeostasis still

 

this season is this one, now

part of the whole, of the All

perhaps a bouquet of choices

 

among what is choice-less

looking below the surface

and beyond the markers of time

 

and where I stand, sitting

still or actively creating

amidst it all, amidst all

 

As the All, the all that I am

cannot help but be that

dry skin, cracked lip

 

paired dance, two step three

forward back, circling

hot air rises, takes up wing

 

single piano melody and cadence

joined by a symphonic chorus

that I see all around me

 

Another season will be

will be what it is then

even now that season emerges

 

Apparent in ways not yet visible

the tear running down the face

surfaces after long held heart

 

Cracking a smile has other allies

even if only there under the skin

opens out and then returns quietly

 

like a breeze scattering seeds

that would otherwise reside

close in, close by where they fall

 

singing of loss beneath the breath

keeps the flowers ready to blossom

their scent barely contained and rising

 

crispness of air, spirit, sight, and earth (heart)

such ways sing brightness of their own

elegy only for nostalgia alone

cc Janice Sandeen ~ Arroyo Seco, NM

 

To the many recent followers of my blog… and to all my readers, thank you!

First off, thank you to those who have followed my blog recently. I am so appreciative of all my followers, as some of you have been following this site since 2010! This post is dedicated to all of you. Thank you for coming along on this journey with me. _/|\_

I would like to share that I am mid-stride in upgrading my WordPress site. I am about to embark on steps to enhance and expand how I have been using this site and would love to hear, first, how I might be able to incorporate your input. One example is that with this upgrade, I will be able to post video content for the first time. Would you like to share suggestions as to what would bring you the most benefit, insights, or joy in interacting with and using this site?

I am happy to hear from and/or collaborate with any of you who may be interested to interact with me regarding what upgrades I make. I am also curious if you found yourself here to explore Human Design or my work in Communing With Animals? Are you a poetry and/or photography lover? Maybe you have come to explore my newest work Zero Point Collaborative. All of these are what my blog is now dedicated to.

There are numerous (and hopefully easy) ways you can give your input. You can click through to this post on my site and comment there. You are also welcome to simply email me and if you wish to or if you live in the USA, feel free to text or call me. Click here for my Contact page.

The easiest of all, perhaps, is to click “Like” on this post below, which lets me know you are reading this and wish to encourage me! However you’d like to participate or not, thank you! ❤

Some questions to whet your appetite for offering input: 

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Would you like video, audio, more photographs, and perhaps less of something else? 

Would you like to hear more personal sharing from me?  More frequent blog posts?

Are you interested in information that I can impart about any of my passions? 

What input might you like to give that I’ve not yet asked about?

Finally, how can I make it easier to share this blog and its content?

 

Sacred Seed Sacred Song

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Celebrating the 20th anniversary of Sacred Seed with this poem, SACRED SEED SACRED SONG, which the title of my first poetry book came from. This poem was written 21 years ago and first self-published 20 years ago by Wild Fig Tree Press.

 

flesh and bones chill and rejoice

chill and rejoice

duet of northwesterly lapping waves

skins of ancient water and stone

meeting along the chorus line of ocean shore

 

a deep quartet rises in tones

of amber, heather, ruby, and ice

folding into a quintet of pounding heart chambers

opening, releasing to the verses

of the whole heart womb

 

alive

 

lay down in the circle of visions yet told

the mapping emerges in traces

of salt, ash, sand, and root hairs

veins of crimson and cobalt,

silver and gold

 

a calling, leading raptor release on high

as ruby-throated friends hover and feed

hover and feed

on honey blood nectar

 

the coiling, spiraling, glistening core

double strands of earth and sky

earth and sky

moonlight, sunlight, starlight, home

 

earthly seeds sing sweetly of winter rains

tentacled threads tying fast

fluid colors richly layering ebb and flood

ebb and flood

 

tide lines becoming score lines

faceted voices touch and hold

touch and hold

 

Marshall, California ~ 6 November 1996

SACRED SEED ~ originally self-published in December 1997 ~ Wild Fig Tree Press

It is the 20th Anniversary of my first book of poetry, Sacred Seed. Here is an image of the original cover art for this limited edition, hand published poetry book or chapbook. I include the table of contents below, as well. I will share some of the poems from this book in following blogposts. Feel free to request a poem via a comment to this post after reading the titles on the contents page below.

Blessings and thank you for helping me celebrate this 20 year marker for Sacred Seed and the sharing of my poetry more widely, starting back in 1997 while I lived in Marshall, California on Tomales Bay. 🙂

Sacred Seed original artwork 1997

Celebrating the 20th Anniversary of Sacred Seed ~ poems from 21 October 1996 to 1 May 1997 ~ poetry and original artwork by Janice Sandeen; Wild Fig Tree Press

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1 2 4 6 8 9 11 14 21 43

Numbers easier, much less difficult

Sound and frequency, both

Like taking a nap, three dogs lying

Eight colors beyond the norm

 

Return me to the home that was never exiled

Fortify through threads of a new order, fiber and fabric

Restore the sequence that has no gaps, no intervals

Can we let on to that Being that is?

 

Put aside all strain along with attempts at castigation

Nine wonders, crying all the way

Only then returning, retuning, purify

Ghostly resonance in C-sharp major

 

Daughters of inconsolable mind

Still walking upright inside their bones

Wending, wayfaring, heart drenching

We are all here, hear inside these tones

 

One, two, three and more

I am finding you now, I find you

Even when there is no lost

Filament tracings, cymatic trail

 

The heart, the denseness of the forest,

Mineral refinement sediment seep

Again, yes again, it is here

Holding so much, all in one place together

 

Four lines, matters not of anything seen

Ten wishes opening into one

Passionate gesticulation, a thing done

While recognizing freely ordered grace

 

One Two Four

Six Eight Nine

Two Five

Three Seven