Saturday, August 01, 2015

Persephone by Diane Dehler

                                                                                                
Persephone

I can be seen
slipping down the dusk
in a thin black boat.
Oars made of my
wooden love, send
chilly notes of reproach
through watery channels.
I pass beneath frozen
rocks that dazzle me
cold black and grey designs.
A solitary bell tolls,
Persephone’s bell
ringing an ancient time.
One moment past tragedy
hours before dawn.
Remembering roses and
sunlight, windy clouds,
Rain on my face.
There are crevices where
my eyes once were.
You who have tasted the
Bitter red fruit
of love, we know one
another you  and I.


Diane Dehler




First published in The Taj Mahal Review, Vol 2 Number 12, 2014

Study of a Tombstone Angel


Angel wearing a crown of stars.

Study of a Tombstone Angel

Angel with eternal  roses.

Friday, July 31, 2015

A Study of a Water Lily


The water lily is perhaps the most poetic flower that exists and is known as Nymphaea; an aquatic plant in the family Nymphaeaceae. They are opulent with iridescent colors and dream their hours away in their watery gardens. Some water lilies open under reflected sunlight and sink beneath the water at twilight, while other species such as the Egyptian white water lily seek moonlight. Should you be so fortunate as to view one in perfect bloom it will intoxicate you with its bewitching beauty and leave an indelible watery impression of the other world upon you. 

The water lily was inspired by the nymphs of Greek and Latin mythology and the lotus often appears in Hindu and Buddhist stories as well. Terra-cotta plaques from the 12th century depict the goddess Asherah holding two lotus blossoms. Ivory panels from. Long ago show the god Horus seated on a lotus blossom. The sacredness of the flower is illustrated by its frequent reference to Buddha. When Buddha walked the earth he left lotuses in his trail instead of footprints. The phrase "Om mani padme hum," which used in meditation means "the jewel in the lotus" refers to the Buddha or to the mystical union of male and female energies.

The water lily studies that I am presenting in this series were captured in 2014 at the: UC Botanical Garden, San Francisco Botanical Garden, The Pool of Enchantment outside of the De Young Museum and The Conservatory of Flowers, SF.











Tuesday, July 21, 2015

an angel reading poetry, said Princess Haiku



Angel Engraving
Cypress Lawn Cemetery
Colma, California


I asked the Angel if she was reading from a book of souls said Princess Haiku and she said she was reading, Keats, "A thing of beauty is a joy forever."  I was not surprised.



A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: 
Its lovleiness increases; it will never 
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep 
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep 
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. 
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing 
A flowery band to bind us to the earth, 
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth 
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, 
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways 
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, 
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall 
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, 
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon 
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils 
With the green world they live in; and clear rills 
That for themselves a cooling covert make 
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, 
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: 
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms 
We have imagined for the mighty dead; 
An endless fountain of immortal drink, 
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. 


Friday, July 17, 2015

Study of a Water Lily



The water lily is perhaps the most poetic flower that exists and is known as Nymphaea; an aquatic plant in the family Nymphaeaceae. They are opulent with iridescent colors and dream their hours away in their watery gardens. Some water lilies open under reflected sunlight and sink beneath the water at twilight, while other species such as the Egyptian white water lily seek moonlight. Should you be so fortunate as to view one in perfect bloom it will intoxicate you with its bewitching beauty and leave an indelible watery impression of the other world upon you. 

The water lily studies that I am presenting in this series were captured in 2014 at the: UC Botanical Garden, San Francisco Botanical Garden, The Pool of Enchantment outside of the De Young Museum and The Conservatory of Flowers, SF.

Pink lotus
This is the supreme lotus, generally reserved for the highest deity, sometimes confused with the white lotus it is the lotus of the historical Buddha.

http://www.buddhanet.net/e-learning/history/b_lotus.htm






Tuesday, July 07, 2015

Persephone in the Underworld: Part 9


This is opalescent glass in the Great Mausoleum of Cypress Lawn Cemetery in Colma, California. It was made by Louis Comfort Tiffany, Harry and Bert Hopps, Frederick S. Lamb or Charles J. Connick before World War I. The Cypress Lawn Collection comprises one of the largest displays of opalescent glass in the United States. This somber paradises sparkles like Persephone in an underworld of jewels and colors. This is part 1, of a twelve part series that I am posting on Princess Haiku 2014-2015. Enjoy! It wasn't easy venturing into The Great Mausoleum and peering into tombs, but I wanted to capture some of this beauty before it disappears. Priceless glass, monuments and other funeral art is disappearing from cemeteries across the United States and represents a valuable heritage of art. It is my hope that historical societies will do all that is possible to preserve and save that which is still intact.














Friday, July 03, 2015

Door to Eternity: Part 10


The Colma Necropolis is located outside of San Francisco and is a vast city of souls for about 1.5 million people sleep within the gates of its sixteen cemeteries. Although the Necropolis was founded in 1924, entire church graveyards and neighborhood cemeteries predating the 1900s were relocated to Colma, from San Francisco.

Today, the cemeteries contain burial grounds, columbaria, private and public mausoleums, chapels and a treasure trove of hidden art. Within the gates of the various cemeteries can be found priceless stained glass windows, hand carved monuments, and beautifully engraved metal doorways into private mausoleums. Several of the hand engraved private mausoleum doors captivated me with their intricate beauty & spiritual symbolism. During a recent visit to the Necropolis I captured several images of them, which I will be posting.


In essence the doors were made to be portals into spirit, doorways into eternity and entrances to private chambers, where loved ones could find consolation.  Many of the crypts are deteriorating with age and much of the beauty Tiffany glass has disappeared sadly due to theft. My visit was a rare opportunity to view the vanishing art of the Necropolis and an opportunity to share what I found with others. Although this is funeral art; in the end it is simply art with the capability of transcending death.

Wednesday, July 01, 2015

Sweet Spot by Diane Dehler

Diane Dehler
June 10, 2013


Sweet Spot


Dandelion seeds unfurl a white thistle sky.
She is dressed as a ballerina in clouds.

Eyes around her are flounces of poppy petals.
She is imperturbable beauty, an entire forest of tall trees.

Her dress: a dream theater and underneath her dress the sweet spot.

They told me about it.
I searched for it myself she said; higher, lower…

A communication that loses itself in its own endeavor for a
body prefers to understand beyond words.

This way- that way, your body adjusts itself against mine.

A wave laps against the seashore, a
merge of in and out.

You are as much a part of my body as a lover, sweet spot.
Your pleasure moist, a mirror of agate soul body,

Agate smooth skin that always knows the way….



Diane Dehler





First published in poetic diversity: the Litzine of Los Angeles, April 2014



Tuesday, June 30, 2015

bathing in apricot light said Princess Haiku






This is one of the flowers that I captured in the dahlia garden in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco this year. The garden was a gift from the San Francisco Dahlia Society. Thanks to the volunteers who presented the City of San Francisco and its visitors with such a wondrous garden.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

a red dahlia darling said, Princess Haiku



This is one of the flowers that I captured in the dahlia garden in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco this year. The garden was a gift from the San Francisco Dahlia Society. Thanks to the volunteers who presented the City of San Francisco and its visitors with such a wondrous garden.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Study of a Lotus



The water lily is perhaps the most poetic flower that exists and is known as Nymphaea; an aquatic plant in the family Nymphaeaceae. They are opulent with iridescent colors and dream their hours away in their watery gardens. Some water lilies open under reflected sunlight and sink beneath the water at twilight, while other species such as the Egyptian white water lily seek moonlight. Should you be so fortunate as to view one in perfect bloom it will intoxicate you with its bewitching beauty and leave an indelible watery impression of the other world upon you. 

The water lily was inspired by the nymphs of Greek and Latin mythology and the lotus often appears in Hindu and Buddhist stories as well. Terra-cotta plaques from the 12th century depict the goddess Asherah holding two lotus blossoms. Ivory panels from. Long ago show the god Horus seated on a lotus blossom. The sacredness of the flower is illustrated by its frequent reference to Buddha. When Buddha walked the earth he left lotuses in his trail instead of footprints. The phrase "Om mani padme hum," which used in meditation means "the jewel in the lotus" refers to the Buddha or to the mystical union of male and female energies.

The water lily studies that I am presenting in this series were captured in 2014 at the: UC Botanical Garden, San Francisco Botanical Garden, The Pool of Enchantment outside of the De Young Museum and The Conservatory of Flowers, SF.



Purple lotus

This is the mystic lotus, represented only in images belonging to a few esoteric sects. The flowers may be in full bloom and reveal their heart, or in a bud. They may be supported by a simple stem, a triple stem (symbolizing the three divisions of Garbhadhatu: Vairocana, lotus and vajra), or a quintuple stem (symbolizing the Five Knowledges of Vajradhatu). The eight petals represent the Noble Eightfold Path and the eight principal acolyte deities of the central deity on the mandalas. The flowers may also be depicted presented in a cup or on a tray, as a symbol of homage.

http://www.buddhanet.net/e-learning/history/b_lotus.htm





Tuesday, June 16, 2015

angels at play said, Princess Haiku



The Italian Cemetery
Colma, California
Late 1800s

At twilight I could hear the voices of children at play in the Cemetery. "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping," I asked?  They just laughed as children will and I found consolation in their little patter.

Friday, June 05, 2015

Door to Eternity: Part 9

The Colma Necropolis is located outside of San Francisco and is a vast city of souls for about 1.5 million people sleep within the gates of its sixteen cemeteries. Although the Necropolis was founded in 1924, entire church graveyards and neighborhood cemeteries predating the 1900s were relocated to Colma, from San Francisco.

Today, the cemeteries contain burial grounds, columbaria, private and public mausoleums chapels and a treasure trove of hidden art. Within the gates of the various cemeteries can be found priceless stained glass windows, hand carved monuments, and beautifully engraved metal doorways into private mausoleums. Several of the hand engraved private mausoleum doors captivated me with their intricate beauty & spiritual symbolism. During a recent visit to the Necropolis I captured several images of them, which I will be posting.


In essence the doors were made to be portals into spirit, doorways into eternity and entrances to private chambers, where loved ones could find consolation.  Many of the crypts are deteriorating with age and much of the beauty Tiffany glass has disappeared sadly due to theft. My visit was a rare opportunity to view the vanishing art of the Necropolis and an opportunity to share what I found with others. Although this is funeral art; in the end it is simply art with the capability of transcending death.

Tuesday, June 02, 2015

Persephone in the Underworld: Part 8


This is opalescent glass in the Great Mausoleum of Cypress Lawn Cemetery in Colma, California. It was made by Louis Comfort Tiffany, Harry and Bert Hopps, Frederick S. Lamb or Charles J. Connick before World War I. The Cypress Lawn Collection comprises one of the largest displays of opalescent glass in the United States. This somber paradises sparkles like Persephone in an underworld of jewels and colors. This is part 1, of a twelve part series that I am posting on Princess Haiku 2014-2015. Enjoy! It wasn't easy venturing into The Great Mausoleum and peering into tombs, but I wanted to capture some of this beauty before it disappears. Priceless glass, monuments and other funeral art is disappearing from cemeteries across the United States and represents a valuable heritage of art. It is my hope that historical societies will do all that is possible to preserve and save that which is still intact.














Monday, June 01, 2015

Persephone in Ghost Town by Diane Dehler

Persephone in Ghost Town


Persephone walks in Ghost Town at 26th & San Pablo in Oakland.
Fireworks erupt into violence of a lost and mythic war zone.

Here on 26th Street drug dealers host a 4th of July extravaganza….
I didn’t know this.

I told my neighbor, a thirty year old woman with six kids and large
sad eyes that I was planning to “go to” the city fireworks event.

What do you mean she replied, you just go stand out on your porch and the
4th of July be coming to you.

Smoke and torrents of blood colored displays rained for hours transforming
an urban ghetto into an abandoned city in Hades.

Persephone appeared in the smoke and her three months of habitation
here in the Sorrows haven’t done her much good.

Here, where children are flayed by bullets and human needs waft through night.
-An historic parallel of mythos and brutality.

Persephone’s beauty is as out of place as a Cecilia Brunner bush.
My front yard is a Sleeping Beauty land of pink roses run rampant.

They push through clay soil and a top layer of loam to cover the rickety porch.
It was my fingers that dug deep beneath with a trowel, planted hope.

A barrage of litter blown by wind spills into my small yard that is not an
island, despite the lush perfume of roses.

Yet the roses prevailed long after the occupant of the decayed house fled.
Meaning I eventually got away unlike most.

Ghost Town is homage to a great land of prosperity and poverty’s
discarded children.

I saw Persephone departing with one of them,
foster mother to despair.

Diane Dehler


First published, Deepwater Literary Journal, Issue 1, February 2014

Friday, May 29, 2015

A Study of a Water Lily


The water lily is perhaps the most poetic flower that exists and is known as Nymphaea; an aquatic plant in the family Nymphaeaceae. They are opulent with iridescent colors and dream their hours away in their watery gardens. Some water lilies open under reflected sunlight and sink beneath the water at twilight, while other species such as the Egyptian white water lily seek moonlight. Should you be so fortunate as to view one in perfect bloom it will intoxicate you with its bewitching beauty and leave an indelible watery impression of the other world upon you. 

The water lily was inspired by the nymphs of Greek and Latin mythology and the lotus often appears in Hindu and Buddhist stories as well. Terra-cotta plaques from the 12th century depict the goddess Asherah holding two lotus blossoms. Ivory panels from. Long ago show the god Horus seated on a lotus blossom. The sacredness of the flower is illustrated by its frequent reference to Buddha. When Buddha walked the earth he left lotuses in his trail instead of footprints. The phrase "Om mani padme hum," which used in meditation means "the jewel in the lotus" refers to the Buddha or to the mystical union of male and female energies.

The water lily studies that I am presenting in this series were captured in 2014 at the: UC Botanical Garden, San Francisco Botanical Garden, The Pool of Enchantment outside of the De Young Museum and The Conservatory of Flowers, SF.


Pink lotus
This is the supreme lotus, generally reserved for the highest deity, sometimes confused with the white lotus it is the lotus of the historical Buddha.

http://www.buddhanet.net/e-learning/history/b_lotus.htm






Tuesday, May 26, 2015

a flower that knows desire, said Princess Haiku




This is one of the flowers that I captured in the dahlia garden in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco this year. The garden was a gift from the San Francisco Dahlia Society. Thanks to the volunteers who presented the City of San Francisco and its visitors with such a wondrous garden.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

the angel did not envy said, Princess Haiku



Angel, Cypress Lawn Cemetery
Colma, California early 1900s


The angel and I spent some time conversing said, Princess Haiku. I am absolutely convinced that she was not one of the ones who envied Annabelle Lee & Eddie.  She seemed quite content in her heavenly role, although she did ask me to watch  the cemetery while she attended to personal affairs. I was too polite to ask what those might be although I wonder...



Annabel Lee

BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
It was many and many a year ago,
   In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
   By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
   Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
   I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
   Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
   My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
   And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
   In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
   Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
   In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
   Of those who were older than we—
   Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
   Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
   In her sepulchre there by the sea—
   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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