21 January: Found Poetry

AI artwork: light shining down on the floor in a dark room

Light was the first to move.
It was calm, an undertow when it moved,
and light inherited light.
It left its broad mark
on those old deceptions,
and as a consequence,
no one entered with virtue.


Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. 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 2006-2024

10 responses to “21 January: Found Poetry”

    1. This is like a haunting long journey into sorrow. This is grief.

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      1. Chiaroscuro, M… Caravaggio…like your photo art.

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        1. I didn’t know there was a word for that!

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        2. Chiaroscuro = clear darkness

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          1. I understood it to mean light and dark contrasts like in a photo. ❤️

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            1. Yes, that’s right. I gave you the literal translation ❤︎

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  1. Lacrimosa = tears, weeping
    I’ve sung this one many times.
    Prepare yourself, sis. It’s Mozart.

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    1. I love that song. Thank you, sis.

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      1. It’s glorious.
        Most welcome, sis.

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