#9: Surf Born #10-11: On the Day You Die. Poems

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#9  Surf Born

As I watch your image pulling in the weight
held fast by a rope, see its edges large, heavy-
a fish? A board? -no wait, the covered edges, worn, laden
pages, a book, heavy with weight, made so by
water, how long has it floated
soaking up, all in its wake
we wonder, as we watch you pull the tome just released by the ocean
surf, detritus hugging, then letting loose, you pull on the thick rope,
up and out of the water, slowly and then force it up, onto
rocks, large chunk rip rap, up and over
this last stage of resistance before

your upward trek. And As you begin your walk, up the dirt trail,
Pacific wind blowing your curls and locks (were you barefoot?)

it dawns
on me, the funny thing about memories is
we think they can be stolen, removed, soiled.
But now I see through the clinging dirt, past sea soaked salt
that though they may work to take them away,
rip up your photos, light your written words aflame
with a candle or match, release the ashes to clouds, or drag all you
cherish through mud, dip them in tar, or float them out to sea,

They remain.
Always the same. Tethered by bull kelp arms so strong,
might of presence, tendrils in our minds and beyond them, waving
up over, up high, always waving up to the sun.  And then I see

what can be done.

© 2018-4-26 Tara Linda. v.1

Inspired by a video of Junk journal artist Orly Avineri.

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It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there.

Excerpt from Asphodel.  William Carlos Williams

#10  On the Day you Die

The sky
is partly cloudy, split in
half by bright billowy clouds
dark ones too.  Rain? we ask each other
feeling illumination balance
stillness with
breath.

#11 On the Morning You Die

A Spring wind
blows out of the North at 17 mph, April’s
Flower Moon is high and full. Skies are still and
ink clear, will our memories travel well?
Only when the winds
pick up.

© 2018 4/29 Tara Linda. V1

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Rain Lilly

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These happy lilies were transplanted from San Fran to Oakland some 30+ years ago. Taken in early morning light between storms.

Happy New Year and Full Wolf Moon Wishes~

I am THRILLED for a New Year, and a Full Wolf Moon to kick it off.

The Farmer’s Almanac says of this moon’s name:

Full Wolf Moon reminds us of the cold and deep snows of midwinter,… wolf packs howled hungrily outside Native villages. Thus, the name for January’s full Moon. Sometimes it was also referred to as the Old Moon, or the Moon After Yule.”

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The new year has filled me with a serious urge to clean, toss, and simplify in my immediate environment now. To make way. This is especially so before beginning my next recording projects, some of which will be tracked in my studio first (yippee!)

But first, I must THANK you ALL for following my blog this year.  I will be stepping it up in 2015 with more poetry (promise), TONS more musica (3 projects in the works!), and an incubating new project dying to bust out.

For 2015, I wish ALL of you MORE of EVERYTHING~  including…

Abundant Muses and Rebellious Creativity;

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Travel to Exotic places;

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More Magic, Mystery, and Beauty:

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Stillness, and Time to savor Life

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Abundance and Peace to you My Friends~ Happy 2015!

Fixer Elixir

Breathe-
she says IN all these sparks
I scatter your way …

Here we are, 13 days into National Poetry Month, and I’ve posted far less poetry than usual. I’m writing lots; incubating, exploring characters, dreams, forms, rhythms- but not feeling like anything is finished enough to post.  What’s so different this time?

Breathe

she says   IN    all these sparks 

    I          scatter    your way             

just stop         thinking,           start

drinking  it all      down a little   

deeper, this juice, this                tincture,  salve

for the       soul.   You  want          the final fixer,    

Elixir, here I am-

Breathe. 

Actually, writing is feeling really good now- and I’m thrilled April is here, I’m making more time for poetry.  Lots of inspiration, joy when I write, hunger for it all… but I have too many balls in the air to court my Muses properly. (Anyone else feel like this?) Feels like I need to submerge with the  Muses for awhile, a day (at least an hour! 😉  and not just quickie exercises or posts.

But one good thing- I’m writing song lyrics all over the place. No problem there. Our new project- Fistful of Stars, has about 12 new songs, and we wrote another 2 last week.  I love it when I get to write the lyrics to fit the emotional, energetic, kinetic feel of a song.  Mine or anyone else’s- pure joy.

Funny, what I posted about this time 2 years ago is spot on for me now as well:  A feeling that Muses are impatient with m–, all while I book gigs, plan a Summer Europe tour, cater to the Lyric Muses, plant my garden, and try to finish taxes… Ha!

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Nothing kills Muses like taxes.

But there were so many great things about this week…. the Europe tour is coming together nicely; we’re working on videos. My garden is growing; and the hunter moon is lighting the skies.

“Jealous Muse 

Time for a million
& none for me- gives zero
to the bossa waiting patiently.
We could sip wine & light a fuse
taxes & death are no excuse.

Divas in the House! Women of Soul~ White House Concert-PBS

Did you see it? I missed Monday’s show this week, but you can see it was most definitely a night to remember; Legends who defined the genre, crazy-great energy onstage, and mad love in the room….Aretha Franklin, Patti LaBelle, Jill Scott, Janelle Monae, Melissa Ethridge, Ariana Grande.

Did you see it? I missed Monday’s show this week, but you can see it was mos def a night to remember; Legends who defined the genre, bringing their crazy-great energy onstage; so much love in the house. Didn’t realize this series has been going on for decades. But this concert, I’m sure, must take the cake; Aretha Franklin, Patti LaBelle, Jill Scott, Janelle Monae, Melissa Ethridge, Tessanne Chin, Ariana Grande.  I just love seeing Janelle Monae and all the risk she takes; she does that old-skool-meets-new with so much flair and confidence; always leaves me wanting more. But then, Divas do that- don’t they!!!!! 😉 ahahaha!

Click on the photo to get to the video on PBS website.

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Shedding Light, Getting Ready~ NaPoWriMo

So, the last photo I posted apparently wasn’t such a mystery; Laura guessed it within seconds of posting; Pacific Abalone, the green spp. Although she is a CA girl, with perhaps an unfair familiarity ;), she wins. And since she already has all 4 of my CDs, I gave her another gift, besides music. The last post, and this photo- hints of what has been keeping me busy lately, beyond musica.

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And here is another~

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The great Southwest.  NV with sagebrush in the foreground and as far as the eye can see; Desert Sage. This was also a common plant and scent of much of my Arizona childhood.  It’s hard to explain, but I came home from the last tour across the Southwest, from California, Arizona, New Mexico, to Colorado– a little heartsick. I don’t know why, but it feels strangely, as if… I left my heart behind on the last tour, somewhere between Durango, CO and Joshua Tree, CA.  So I will try to explain in the next few posts, to come close in poems, starting tomorrow; shed light. All in time for April’s National Poetry Month; a poem a day, every day for 30 days. + MicroPoems on Twitter.

I’ll still be posting musings, New Inspirations, and Artist Crushes, but poems and poetic prompts will be mixed in. It’s always great to connect with the Poetry community this time of year. This always motivates me to post more. If you are  posting poems in April, leave a comment on any post this month, with a link back to your site so we can all visit/comment. It feels good to feel poets hard at work writing daily all across the globe! Great also to stop by each others sites and say ‘Hey keep on going!’    😉

Happy New 2014- Keep Celebrating!

I like to begin my annual celebrations now, like everyone else, but we all have the benefit of carrying on with our celebrations through the Asian New year as well! The Asian year is a lunar year with an extra moon…

Happy New Year Everyone!  I like to begin my annual celebrations now, like everyone else, but we all have the benefit of carrying-on with our celebrations through the Asian New year as well! The Asian year is a lunar year with an extra moon, thus the extra month  (i.e. “the Tibetan year is comprised of either 12 or 13 lunar months, each beginning and ending with a new moon. A thirteenth month is added every two or three years, so that an average Tibetan year is equal to the solar year”. WikkiP)  So just a note to let you know that your celebrations should go on until at least Jan. 31st.  Woo-Hoo!!

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I am ready to think all things “new” about now: last year was good, with only a few disappointments.  Musically, I had a tour fall through. Community-wise, some muggings and more crime on our street affected me emotionally more than I expected. Didn’t want to  talk about it, here or anywhere: I felt we simply needed to ACT and quickly to prevent a pall of defeat from settling in. We started our first street teams/neighborhood watch group, and with everyone’s interest and energy, things are better. There is less fear (I’ll talk about all of this later- what we learned, etc.)  Meanwhile, I’m back with a better attitude.  We just did an “Out with the Old” smudge of our home, the street, and for me- old attitudes. I love the traditional, Native Indian ways of clearing and cleansing. It works so well for something like this.

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On a higher note- we in the Oakland/SF Bay area have a new bridge!!  Earthquake ready- and built for bikes too! It was pure joy to ride our bikes across it in the first warm months of Fall.BayBridge

ON THE HORIZON- 2014: I am happy to say that the vision of my jewelery venture- Three Muses- is manifesting. I will be expanding while finetuning certain styles. And, I’ve started not one, but TWO new musical projects!!  I will gush on all of this soon enough, but first…

I MUST stop to WISH ALL of YOU who take the time to visit me here, an *Amazing*, Crazy-happy new year–Everywhere you  are! May you enjoy:

Unspeakable Beauty, Mystery, and travel-

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More Music, whimsy, and Art:GrrlGuitaristssource.

Stellar Health, and more moments to enjoy your Life!

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Thank you for continuing to visit this blog. I will be reinstating weekly posts on: Inspired in Oakland, Artists Crush, and New Art and Poetry 52:365.  Leave a comment with your blog/website so that I can come visit you;).