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12 December: Found Poetry
Drawing Down She was soft hearted.An open joy. Calm at the drawingdown of time, and at this time,she was a flood. 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…
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11 December: Waiting for a Storm
Waiting for a Storm The morning beckons,it’s a crow’s call, or a hypnotic knock of wavesagainst a boat’s hull …and on the next webbed secondI am sleeping again. Seagulls are chasedfrom the coast by this storm, tossed on whitecaps.They perch in winged treesexcept for a heron watching crayfish scuttlein disguise under the colour of mud.…
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11 December: Found Poetry
It Is Whole scenes are painted,people look at thembut none know how. The lessons.The methods.Love. It isa mystery of the heart,not the mind. 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…
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10 December: Sunday’s Recommendation
I recently started following Dorothy’s cookery blog on the recommendation of a friend. Now I’m recommending it to you. Dorothy, of The New Vintage Kitchen, updates her mother’s Smoked Haddock Cakes with Sun-Dried Tomato Cream Sauce. This is one to print off and keep for the future …. Read more Some artwork is created using Midjourney…
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10 December: Found Poetry
Unswayed He who is thick-skinnedwill not be moved. He is a strangerplunged into darkness. 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…
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9 December:
The Fontana di Piazza San Babila July heat had usall dipping into fountains,our bare feet soothed in water, feathers, stones, and coins. And there was a young womanwith bright white skin, a slickof perspiration on her arms,and I wondered what she imaginedas her hand swept through cool water. She smiled, and I thoughtshe might be…
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9 December: Found Poetry
Together We eat together. Talk and live. The joy of simple company remains. 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…
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8 December: 08 Völuspá
Ragnarök Begins: The Twilight of Gods The seeress’s spell filled Hall of Hunnishwhere billowing smoke cut thick the air, andall did stare, Vala pointing to where he stood. “Loathed of all, who is this man,” she said,“that led me on this course. Snow bedeckedand rain beaten. Long have I been dead,only to then be sheltered…
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8 December: Observations
Random Observations at the Brea Café There’s an air of atheism about a plastic flower,no matter where it is. It just seems wrong. I’m in a café that smells of stale chicken soup, and the waitress, whose name is Beryl accordingto her name tag, is astonishingly slow, butI’m not the sort to complain, except within…
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8 December: Found Poetry
Into Depths It was Into peace,Not angered, or offended.But into most perfect depths. 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…
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