Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom

Sensuous, evocative, and really quite wistful, poignant. 👏👏🪶💫

Canary Laughter; the word as far away as dappled- golden sunlit creek. Something to cram into your mouth like ripened black- berries and jam and cream. Something so honeyed, something that as a child you never knew the hunger of what its loss would mean. How parched a tongue on August days that lolls like wind chimes down your throat, that curls around a canary bell and cannot help but peal away on the wings of southwest winds silent into a distant land where you could have been everything, even dawn-light, even sea.

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I remember this poem fondly! 🙏😊

just billows a breeze in the hand a sometimes in a palm like fresh linen and how your mother folded your bed sheets exactly just so i pattern you into the lace of the clouds, i thread you through the mouth of a sunrise, you unfold like a still psalm in the templed dawn-blue sky every morning now i watch you rise with the light and the blackbirds you’re a song in their soft beaks sung exactly just so

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A poem for #PromptCombo #Mariner this morning, a quick one after reading the news, for @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social

Experimenting with brevity rather than my usual word heavy stuff.

Laconic, lapidary, and very poignant. Those last 3-4 lines are a gut-punch. 👏👏🪶💫

Many thanks! It's one of those poems that took a bit of fine-tuning before I deemed it complete. 🙏😊

Welcome!
No, certainly not! 🤯

👏👏🪶💫 Great, plainly-stated reworking of a creation myth!

I love how the music of this piece replicates the process of splicing ropes, rigging etc. Some cracking lines here. 👏👏🪶💫

The Fisherman did he stop did he pause at least for breath arms radiating outwards before the opened mountain fish on an ocean's canvas moving in every direction become sacred islands the top of my home was the fisherman the bottom half the fish hauled up from the depths to bear witness to volcanic fires forging the land that made me and the fisherman he casts fresh lines through salt-heavy seas calling me home

I'm away this week so sharing a poem from my upcoming collection about home, the sea and the #maori creation story for #PromptCombo #Mariner, thanks Paul @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social

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Poem as Competent Nineteenth Century Merchant Mariner This poem is able to Chock a Block, make a mat or splice a rope. This poem is a rope block heaved to its full extent. Full up, no room for any more. When the two blocks of this poem's tackle meet it will prevent any more purchase being gained Keep cargo from a shift in the dark hold This poem is a rope yarn mat used to fasten upon outside of exposed parts of standing rigging exposed to friction of yards, bolt-ropes of sails, or other ropes. This poem splices rope twists words wrapped into sentences that strengthen when tautened by meaning.

Thank you, Fidel @dragonslayerma.bsky.social for last week's #promptcombo. All are welcome to contribute. Please use hashtags #promptcombo #Mariner for this week:

Many thanks, Silvia! 🙏😊

Many thanks, Paul! Happy to share this. 🙏😊

Waves The vagueness of waves, Washed in the same wellspring as Vogue, way and wagon. Indo-European core Collapsing particles of Perception into Waves that rise from the sun-glazed Pontic-Caspian Steppe. Proto-tongue uncleaving Sound from the constricting mouth Of thingness. Ceaseless- Motion patterns that arise, Peak, decay, dissolve. Kurgans in the Yamnaya Heartland swelling into booms That billow abroad - Breaching Caucasus, Hindu Kush, Horse Latitude, Tian Shan, Zagros, Ararat; Shoals on Hittite plateaus that Surf-scour Hellespont. Liquid light that laps the shore- Blessed - foaming, frothing Into breathy, sibilant Llŷr and Lleu, half-speech and sage. In Ultima Thule, Offspring waves, sea-god spouses, Send out Norse daughters, Nine sea-road kennings – “Comber”, “Bloody-Hair”, “Limpid-Lifting” Among them – to raid Frankish hearths. Agreeing not To sack Paris, they Settle down in the land of Camembert and Calvados. And yet, their whitecapped Heart-speech eddies up the Seine To very Paname, Haunting the cinematic Dreamscapes of Nouvelle Vague, or Rippling, as the Shock Of the New, through the pages Of Vogue – inviting Us, like Selkies, to become Waves again. Our particles Diffused in slumber, Breath’s ebb and flow, ebb and flow Plotting night’s progress, We ride the crests of dreams and Slide down into deep-sleep troughs: Ripples, eddies, waves That arise, peak, decay and Dissolve, back into The still, boundless waters of Being. ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025

NOTES Kurgan: type of tumulus constructed over a grave, often characterized by containing a single human body along with grave vessels, weapons, and horses. Originating in the Pontic-Caspian steppe, 3rd millennium BCE Yamnaya: late Copper Age to early Bronze Age archaeological culture of the region between the Southern Bug, Dniester, and Ural rivers, dating to 3300–2600 BCE Llŷr and Lleu: Mabinogi, Welsh mythology. Llŷr is primarily known as a god of the sea. Full name Llŷr Llediaith, Lleddiaith meaning 'half-speech' or 'half-language’. Lleu Llaw Gyffes, hero-god known for his skilful hands. Sea-god spouses: Aegir, a giant, is a personification of the sea itself, known for hosting the gods in his hall and his relationship with the sea goddess Ran. Ran, also a giant, is the wife of Aegir and is associated with the sea's depths and the drowning of sailors. Paname: French slang term for Paris

©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025 Image of Atlantic Ocean in Central Portugal. Ocean on left, with breaker & rocky sea defences. Overcast skies.

©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025 Image of Atlantic Ocean in Central Portugal. Ocean on left, with beach, dunes, and evergreen marine plants. Overcast skies.

#Language #Waves, the ultimate #Mariner. 🙏 @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social for hosting #promptcombo

#poetry / #photography: ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025

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Most welcome!

Great to see more of your writing & love the mural, in particular. 👏👏🪶💫

A poem about womanhood and girlhood

A river flowing through dense trees, lit by afternoon sun. The scene holds quiet defiance, ancestral memory, and the motion of women who carry forgotten languages.

A mural of a woman in a yellow hat and black-and-white floral coat painted on a bright blue wall in downtown Philadelphia, Buildings and a streetlamp are visible nearby.

A woman and child walk down a sunlit sidewalk past chairs, buckets, and a playhouse. Their steps echo quiet defiance, everyday memory, and the rhythm of inherited language.

" Heirs To Forgotten Languages "

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Most welcome! Yes, you're right about that.

You're most welcome & it's great to see you back here. Hope you're feeling much better! 😊🌟

Mixed media: An abstract landscape in tones of rust, indigo, and grey. Painting is warmer toward the bottom and cooler toward the top. Interpretation is left to the viewer.

Ablaze ~ Resharing a favorite from my #the100dayproject ~ #AbstractAug #botanical #creativelife #treeart #watercolor #abstractwatercolor #treeabstract #inkpainting #watercolorandink #mixedmedia #abstractart #eastcoastkin #abstractlandscape #treescape #climatechangeart #solastalgia #climatechange

I love this! For me, there's something vaguely Kabbalistic - ineffably, mystically effulgent - about it. Which is probably not what you intended. 😁 But it speaks to me on some ill-defined fundamental level. 🙏

Welcome!

Welcome!

That is rather magical!

A black and white of Queen Anne’s Lace, backlit and wild under a forest canopy.

A little song sparrow rests on a fluffed out bulrush in a ditch alongside a late summer meadow.