03 The Found Poetry Project

AI artwork, drawing man with a hat sitting on the bench surrounded by flowers

4 October: A Song for My Father

I snarled myself
into a thousand cares
and troubles,

and as I saw no way back,

I sat on a bench
and sang to my father,
his ashes slept
at the bottom of the sea.


An explanation of Found Poetry and Dadaism can be read at Wikipedia explains Found Poetry AI artwork: Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked. (found on pgs 3-5) Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN 978-960-7120-19-9. 

12 responses to “03 The Found Poetry Project”

    1. A very good morning to you, B ☀️

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      1. Good morning, Misk. Even better to have time to go out for breakfast!

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    1. Thank you ❤️

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  1. Yes…

    From Kiki Dimoula when asked what poetry is:
    “Imagine hearing birdsong in a desert. As improbable as a bird suspended over a desert might be, I am obliged to build a tree for it to perch on.”

    Keep branching that desert tree, M
    Καλημέρα,Μ.

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    1. Oh, how perfectly perfect. This is a phrase I shall etch into my skin. 😍 Καλημέρα, Ν.

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  2. A sad yet moving poem Misky

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    1. ❤️ Thank you. 

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      1. You’re welcome ☺️

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  3. Excellent. This one gave me the feels, Misky ❤

    ~David

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