The Illusion of Poetry

Kerry O'Connor
Notebook Poetry
@skyloverpoetry

I am an optical illusion.
This is me, witch of the first star.

This star of the first illusion,
an optical witch is me. I am.

I am an illusion of the first star.
Optical witch, this is me.

An optical illusion, I am this witch:
star of the first is me.

This optical star is an illusion
of the first witch. Am I me?

I am the first star. This witch
of an optical illusion is me.



Written for Kim's amazing challenge: The Uncertainty of the Poet.

Tarot Suite #5

The High Priestess
Original Tarot Card Design
Kerry O'Connor
@skyloverpoetry

V
The High Priestess

As warden of Nyx-door,
I have discovered
an aesthesis for the heavens
so elementary and profound,
I can pluck the chords of stars
with an edge of my fingertips
or plunge head first into
the moon waters of esoteric language
and turn the tide of perception.
Held in my mind is the light
of ancient nova long extinguished.
There is matter yet to be revealed
and energy streaming
through me as an infinite loop
of all-time’s most creative intuition.


For Get Listed! in The Imaginary Garden.

Tarot Suite #4

The Devil Tarot Card
Kerry O'Connor
@skyloverpoetry

IV
The Devil

The details are meticulously clear:
red embers, smudging coils of smoke,
the grit of yellow ochre under my fingernails
and the bitter gulps of fermented root
from a black clay pot.
There is an art to madness
and I paint it on the cave walls
of my subconscious.
Scenes of violence, in which I excel
or fail to save the innocent.
Even my words are weapons now
and poetry the grinding stone
of my fatal disillusion.


For Time Travel/ Flashbacks with Bjorn who is our weekend host at The Imaginary Garden.

Tarot Suite ~ Card Designs

Tarot Card ~ Original Art
Kerry O'Connor
@skyloverpoetry

Tarot Card ~ Original Art
Kerry O'Connor
@skyloverpoetry

Tarot Card ~ Original Art
Kerry O'Connor
@skyloverpoetry

These three tarot designs are based on African Folktales:
Strength ~ The Love Potion
The Tower ~ The Honey Guide
The Sun ~ How Jackal Got His Stripe

The poem in three parts, which accompanies these illustration,  can be read on my Skylover blog.

Graphite on Paper

@jasonlimberg
Autumn Breath
Used With Permission

What does it mean that we move through seasons
untouched by everything that changes?
You are implacable, a mirror of self in my eyes.
Your voice is the fragrance of woodsmoke.
When the fabric of love was made to crumble
how do we find our way in the dark of each other?
The trees surrounding us on all sides may be bare
but the touch of mist, your touch, is indelible upon my soul.
Why is it that in the sky-brain of our existence,
we follow the path of the moon like graphite on paper?
I don’t know. I don’t know.
But yours is the mind I reach for,
mine the breast where you keep your heart.


Art FLASH! in The Imaginary Garden features the work of Jason Limberg.