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08 The Found Poetry Project
8 October: Free I am sureof fragrant wordsheard 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)…
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7 October: A Quadrille for dVerse
Feather Something as pure as a feather,a bleached bone quill,a white wisp vane, maybe fallen froman albatross in a brush with an angel. Or an owlsitting in withering elderberries. A feather hangs in knotted websof a spider, opalized by moonlight. A 44-word (sans title) quadrille written for dVerse Poets “brush”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI,…
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07 The Found Poetry Project
7 October: In a Stroke My heart was with his,and I knew the bread to cut the mackerel to gut. In a single stroke, I wished nothing morethan to inhale grace. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs…
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06 The Found Poetry Project
6 October: Irascible On the other side of the mountain,mother dreamsI am a teenager,my young footprints cry out,as if by divine power. And I moveher stones here, and moveher stones there. When the word came to me.Irascible. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not…
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6 October: Old Wool and Bumblebees
Old Wool and Bumblebees There’s smoke in the air,or maybe it’s my old Fair Isletweedy wool sweater. Every odour and insect descendson old wool. It always smells of something. But this is smoke. Just heard on the radio —the last storm carried a veil of smokefrom North America’s wildfires, hitched itself on a wave of…
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05.1 The Found Poetry Project
5 October: The Lamps I am leftto the beauty of night.Skin, lamps, bright and shining.Earth no longergrips meto its pale. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pg 10) Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious,…
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05 The Found Poetry Project
5 October: The Monk I stayed the night,outsideon a wooden bench, dreaming such long stories, … that I met a tall monkwith a long beard, and when I woke, … I met a tall monk with a long beard,who said words would loosen my tongue. An explanation of Found Poetry and Dadaism can be read…
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5 October: A Thursday Door
Lübeck Germany. This city has a lot of beautiful doors. This is the main entrance to the library. Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my holiday snaps…
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03 The Found Poetry Project
4 October: A Song for My Father I snarled myselfinto a thousand caresand troubles, and as I saw no way back, I sat on a benchand sang to my father,his ashes sleptat 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…
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4 October: The Goatherd #11
Bounce And there’s a girlwho laughs at crows,the ones that bounce acrossthe grassy dry, and shebounces against her mother’s hip,this girl, Binti Mbuzi, is inked by soil’s spit and mud,steeped in its quietude.Hers is a childhood of perfect hours, and today, she feels its flaming morning, fit toflit from flower to flower,like the sun winging…
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