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NaPoWriMo, Day 16

As I mentioned at the beginning of the month, I’ll be leading a writing workshop in May – Saturday, May 14, to be exact. I’ve led past workshops at the library, but this time I’ll be at the Carnegie Center for Literacy and Learning, another wonderful resource for the community. If you’re local or just curious, here’s a link for more information:
http://carnegiecenterlex.org/adult-class/writing-with-tarot/.

Today’s poem was prompted by the Nine of Pentacles from the Crystal Visions Tarot. (Click here to see the card.)

Time and this garden

It is always twilight, maybe dawn. Spring flowers carpet
the ground, and apples hang on the branch, so ripe

they perfume the air. Nests burst with hatchlings, and adult
birds gather for migration. Nothing is settled but nothing

truly changes. Everything is in the process of becoming
something else.

 

NaPoWriMo 2016

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NaPoWriMo, Day 7

The Lovers card from Jennifer Galasso’s Crystal Visions Tarot was the prompt for today’s poem. (Click here to see the card.) This is not a deck I own, and the image struck me as trite when it popped up in the app I was using. I dashed off a flip little ditty and decided I just wouldn’t post today. But my experience working with tarot wouldn’t let me leave it at that: I’ve seen depth and complexity in other renderings of this card – what was I missing here? My squirrel brain kept gnawing at it until I came up with something presentable. I’m glad it did, independent of the result, because it made me put in a good day’s work writing.

Chosen

Let us close our eyes to the trappings of love, lest we be deceived
by the cloying scent of roses, the glorious ray of light that cleaves
the clouds. Doves’ wings whistle like arrows in flight, and roses
bristle with thorns. Dark clouds crowd the sky; can the tang
of ozone, the rumble of thunder be far behind?

Let us close our mouths to the rituals of love, speak no words
for the wind to carry off as they are heard. The link we forge of our will
and choosing must hold us longer than the silken cords of ceremony,
bind us more firmly than any oath we can swear.

NaPoWriMo 2016

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