Wednesday, August 19, 2026

In Another's Shoes / July 20, 2026

In Another’s Shoes

penny steps into one of my mornings
                thank you, penny, for your text message from the red line—dotty

penny’s wake-up alarm 
goes off today at 415,
not her usual practice
by a long shot,
tribecca film festival
in new york city
as her spur.

she drags 
out of bed
still heavy

with sleep,
asking herself 
more than once
as she gets ready
to go,
how does dotty 
do it, wake early
every day
to walk

before sunrise?

but then
she herself

steps outside

and sees the moon 
                [waning,
                gibbous,
                not yet set],
hears the birds
                [song sparrows,
                northern cardinals, 
                american robins],
notices how
otherwise quiet it is
                [only her footfalls, 
                her breath,
                a wind whisper].

she hops 
on the red line train
at 515—
the first of the day 
to depart,
she notes,
very satisfied.

new world!,
she thinks, 
enlivened
                [inside 
                this unexpected 
                predawn poem].

—dotty seiter

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Notes about poem and art:
• “penny steps into” was such fun to write, presenting as it did several engaging challenges and many revisions, some of which involved working with a metapoetic slant.
• This watercolor work-in-progress involves my own stepping-into. A friend sent me a postcard image of an oil-and-mixed-media-on-paper painting by Kata Hull entitled What Remains that had me instantly itching to pick up a brush. When I feel that kind of itch, I often paint a “copy” as a way to kickstart an exploration of the concept behind the piece. Here I did just that—imitated in order to generate the possible start of a series inquiry. I’ll share the fuller story of this painting’s journey in later posts. In the interim, this photo captures what I watercolor-painted over the course of my June vacation. I set up a tiny impromptu studio space beside a window in our rental overlooking Norton Lake in Maine, and sat intermittently each day to paint, often with windows open to fresh air and breeze. This start went on to evolve further after I returned home, but I am grateful for the embodied souvenir posted above of those days on the lake.

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7 responses to “In Another’s Shoes”

  1. I love your poem about Penny stepping into your shoes! We find a new world when we try something new.

    Love love love the checkerboard and I’m looking forward to learning the rest of the journey of this painting. The variations in the neutrals…and the fabulous color choices and placements is spot on. Or maybe I should say square on!

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    1. MaryAnn, I’m smiling at your appreciation. This poem provided just the kind of pull and challenge I thrive on; it kept me at the ‘drawing board,’ so to speak, for a good long happy time. Penny tried something new, and I tried something new in reaching for words to tell the story.

      That checkerboard was also a huge delight. Thank you for noting the variation in the neutrals, the color choices, and their placements—precisely what had me enjoying myself from start to finish. And, yes, ‘square on’ is a great descriptor here!!

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  2. First had to learn more about “meta poetic slang”. Then with my second read understood,although you gave the clues in the title and description! A beautiful play on words and contexts. Keep telling myself that I also should kick myself out of bed ,maybe not at 4 but 5 would be a good start.

    Enjoyed your color block painting. Not familiar with Kata Hull but will look her up. So much to learn with color studies.

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    1. First of all, did you look up “metapoetic slang” or “metapoetic slant”? Either way, I may have overreached myself by using the term metapoetic slant hahaha. By metapoetic I meant that I told a story about a friend who woke and walked outdoors early, a daily practice of my own which often becomes the source of my poems, and I told the story as both my poem and “hers.” By slant, I meant no more than than that the metapoetics were the angle from which I undertook this piece of writing. In revisiting a quick look at what slant is in poetry, it can mean much more than what I meant it to be!

      Have I thoroughly confused you yet??! Thanks for taking the time to appreciate my efforts and see “a beautiful play on words and contexts.”

      Always so much to learn from color studies! They are a magnetic force with me : )

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      1. A typo on my part, meant slant. Yes, you have completely confused me, that’s ok! I did realize that you were her voice so it was her poem as well.

        I love doing color studies.

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  3. Love the metapoetic words! I could FEEl that sense of a new world unfolding in the wee hours of the morning. Beautiful. And skewing the masters, as I call it, is such a fun and productive way to warm up to creating something “in the style of” someone whose work you admire! It has been a long while since I’ve done that, and now you have made ME “itch” to do it, too! xoxo

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    1. oooo, fun to know that you could FEEL that sense of a new world unfolding in the wee hours, and that you give thumbs up to the metapoetic! Thanks.

      Oh yeah, “skewing the masters” and “in the style of”—two great ways to convey what I was aiming to say. And, ha!, you’re it—now YOU’ve got the itch!!!

      xoxo

 

What to My Wondering Eyes / July 17, 2026

 July 17, 2026

What to My Wondering Eyes

breathless

as though shot
from cylinders 
angled just so 
on a barge 
anchored offshore
this fourth of july, 
a midday pyrotechnics 
of goldfinches 
explodes upward 
from the yard, 
flaring out of invisibility
in flashes of dazzle 
before vanishing above
among sugar maples, 
trailing neon afterimages

dotty seiter

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Notes about poem and art:
• Such a spectacular gift, that burst of goldfinches! Such a wonderful aftergift, to search for the language, velocity, tone, lineation, and pacing to create “breathless.”
• Creating Midday Pyrotechnics was yet another wonderful aftergift, in which I combined wrinkle art, neurographic linework, and watercolor on unstretched canvas in service of abstracting a concrete physical event. For me, that type of abstracting has historically resulted in ungratifying outcomes; not so, this time. So much fun, so engaging, so gratifying!

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14 responses to “What to My Wondering Eyes”

  1. I so relate to that “burst”! I once experienced something very similar on the shores of the Red Sea. It appears and disappears in an instant. A feeling of wonder and loss at the same time!

    You have captured the essence in your painting, which will always remain a visual reminder as do your words!

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    1. Oh my gosh, Carol, love that you experienced a very similar ‘explosion’ of birds on the shores of the Red Sea! Yes, appears and disappears in an instant! Yes, a feeling of simultaneous wonder and loss!

      Thanks for affirming that I’ve captured the essence in my painting. I so enjoyed working on that painting.

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  2. I can picture the fireworks of goldfinches in my mind….what a treat! And I just adore your wrinkle art panting. I especially love the tiny touches of orange, the white lines on the black spaces, all the shades of yellow and neutrals with the perfect ratio of lights to darks. Oh….I guess that means I love everything about it!

    So fun, so engaging, so gratifying!

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  3. Those goldfinches surpassed the firecrackers, skyrockets, Roman candles, sparklers, and pinwheels at West Beach this year, gotta say!

    I look forward to thinking in wrinkles again soon. I do like playing with that set of constraints and opportunities. Thanks for especially noticing the tiny touches of orange goldfinch beaks, MaryAnn, and thanks for the visual language feedback you offered on this piece.

    It’s fun knowing you are off in Wisconsin right now—so fun, so engaging, so gratifying for you!

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  4. a midday pyrotechnics 
    of goldfinches 

    Oh, oh, OH! I love this SO!

    Your words, that delicious lemony abstract! Another perfect pairing! And now I want to see a burst of goldfinches! xoxo

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    1. Lola, thanks for highlighting those lines you liked! I liked them, too. As you might imagine, it took me a bit to get to them—great fun. And then I went on to the fun of the “deliciously lemony” abstract. Those goldfinches are so BRIGHT and lemony, aren’t they?

      Keep your eyes open—such a dazzle, that burst of birds!

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  5. We, too, love the pyrotechnics of goldfinches and watch them from early morning until they decide it’s their bedtime. And such personalities they have! They are usually not bothered by our observation, but get their feathers in such a dither if another visitor stops by the feeder at the same time! Love it.

    Your watercolor and ink piece is a perfect representation of their feathery little bodies. Love that, too.

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    1. Roseanne, greetings! So happy to see you here—was just thinking about you.

      Huh, I had no idea that what I witnessed was typical behavior for a charm of goldfinches when, say, they might be feeding in a field, get startled by something, and burst upward in a dense, swirling mass of crisscrossing and intertwining. Lucky you, watching them throughout the day! LOL at their getting in a dither when another visitor stops by your feeder at the same time!

      Thanks for your affirming that my watercolor and ink piece is a “perfect representation of their feathery little bodies.” I had such a good time painting my impressions of them.

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      1. You might know this already: they eat nyjer seed , aka, thistle. Looks like fennel seed. The feeder is a tight mesh deal. What’s really funny is the squirrels try to get at the seed! Rascally critters!

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        1. Thanks. I think we have thistle set up. We might want to up our game : ) The fireworks show I witnessed was across the street where largish lawn with highish grass had all my friends eating out of sight and then burst-dazzling up into cover of tree canopy : )

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  6. This is just so delightful! How amazing that sight must be.

    Thanks for sharing your joy with us, Dotty. Beautiful! xoxo

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    1. Sheila, truly a magical standout few moments of my summer. Thanks for recognizing the amazing-ness with me : )

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    1. Those goldfinches! the best, yes?!