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28 The Found Poetry Project
Unlettered Names I found myselfface-to-face with his mind An unlettered name,like a failed book We donned word by wordsand swam in bowls of thick BlindLameA paralytic angel broken Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 89-93) Wounded by…
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28 October: 02 Völuspá
Völuspá: The Stir They called her backfrom Valhöll, from green roots and stones. One hand on the rim of heaven,with no knowledgeof where she’d been. She is Vala,the seerer. She casts wordsacross her pearled stones, for those great and large,for fathers of old timesand early borne, for deeds of great recount,for their sons rearedto carrying…
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27 October: A Syzygy Poem
A Syzygy Poem A woman stands in the rain.Hat. No coat. No umbrella.No need. She won’t rust. Shovel in her hand, tendingthe soil. Bends and bows.Rain is her background. She sings around the edgesof a tune from her childhood,something about rainbows. A three-way split “Syzygy poem”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified…
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27 The Found Poetry Project
The Order of Women I stumbledthrough a gate, there orange,lemon,and miracle trees. And he sent us rainwhen we had love, and good orderwith the women. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 86-88) Wounded by Love, The Life…
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26 October: Disintegration
Disintegration Do you hear that?There’s an empty space in my voice. A void in my capabilities.To climb a hill, and exhaust it. Stairs by handrailsby step-step, step-step. Do you see the ghost of a womanwho could take stairs two at a time. Zero to sixty in 3.3 seconds.Off-piste.5K. I’m in danger of becomingmoss on a…
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26 October: A Thursday Door
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 and found a few to share. ©Misky 2023 Shared on X #amwriting @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion
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26 The Found Poetry Project
A Walking Stick Overcome by morning,the sun took me away on its road. My path reset and balancedwith my walking stick. A miraculous staffof doors opened. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 82-84) Wounded by Love, The…
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26 October: 01 Völuspá
01 Völuspá (vou.lah.spá) Every fisherman thinks the sea is his own to fish. A man.A woman.Newly wed,Their sacred pledge rang out. He does.She does.But she wants him to be her earth, Now.Forever.Beyond destruction, and a serpent’s kiss. But to the seaHe’ll return,His first love, to fish its depths. And she eases her heartWith stars,And charms,Lit…
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25 October: Tristan and Isolde
Tristan and Isolde She was a fallen leafAnd he was the ground And the stars allowedTheir circles to meetFor the briefest of time. She knew purest joyAnd blackness of loss She was a fallen leaf.And he was her ground. Maria Callas – Wagner- Tristan und Isolde -Liebestod. This is the first opera I ever saw, and…
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25 The Found Poetry Project
Ascetic Hurling a thunderbolt, this devine creation, without anger. Impassionate as a confession. Ascetic.Simple. Hold a spoon,or eat with a fork, and be filled by rarefragranceand incense. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 79-81) Wounded by Love,…
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