It's Still Life

08 The Found Poetry Project

AI art. man sitting at a wooden table, two benches, bird on the table and another on the ground, blue sea behind him.

8 October: Free

I am sure
of fragrant words
heard in my head.

Smoothed.
Planed down.
Rasp and crystalline as sea stone.

Erase my heart of sight,
and I will leave my thoughts free.

Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 14-16, 17) Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN 978-960-7120-19-9. A concise explanation of Found Poetry and Dadaism can be read at Found Poetry

Misky

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5 responses to “08 The Found Poetry Project”

  1. rxena77 avatar
    rxena77

    Your beautiful verse reminds me of a bit of history: a rabbi of old, against the dictates of ancient Rome, read aloud from the Torah. As punishment, he was burned at the state wrapped in the Torah. His last words? “The parchment burns, but the soul flies free!” I was so touched by that bit of history that I wrote a short story with that rabbi as a major character in it.
    https://rolandyeomans.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-garden-of-forking-paths.html

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Thanks, Roland. History is a rough read. I’m on my way to check on Richard. ❤️

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  2. Spira avatar
    Spira

    “Erase my heart of sight,
    and I will leave my thoughts free.”
    A zen verse, quiet an (veiled) deep.

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Good morning. May it be perfection. ❤️

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      1. Spira avatar
        Spira

        Good morning, M
        ❤☀️

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