-
16 November: Found Poetry
Whisper When you find him,life changes. Everywhere.Wherever.In the stars and infinity. But melancholy came unjustly,and whispered in your heart. 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.…
-
15 November: Lampposts
Lampposts Mum said babies should arriveat night, they should cosy upto the moon and stars, goodbabies that is, but I was bornin the glaring sun, and becamea lamppost’s shadow. I grew up asking too manyaching questions, headachethumping what-if what-ifs,and Mum insisted she hadn’tlicked me clean at birth, likea newborn calf, or Bambi, ’cause back then,…
-
15 November: Found Poetry
Poorly Hope advances,but what does a poor man do –he finds a way to become rich,and in spite of that,feels poorly. 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…
-
14 November: for Sunday Whirl
Tunnel Vision Stood there, pitied not,before a mirror,a body that’s escaped memory. Blind lips.A kiss pressed with fire. Never trapped,but let lose to burnamongst glass stars. It’s been far too long since I played with Brenda’s Sunday Whirl. Happy to be back for this one. Sunday Wordle #628 a dozen words: stars, glass, fire, trapped, lose, tunnel,…
-
14 November: Found Poetry
Knocking This divine intoxication,this eternal happiness,this is right,this scattering of joythat’s knocking at the door. 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…
-
13 November: The Rehearsal (Oldest Version)
The Rehearsal: Broken Epitaph there’s the conversationperhaps there’s rain and cold a broken story unfolds no I don’t know what they say,and does it matter anyway all those cracks in cords, those oaths,play 4 and then 4 again, play oneof those endless pieces with cracks in mirrors and soulsthat fall apart and then the music…
-
13 November: Found Poetry
Light & Dark No wind blew in.No life from outside.And when you come out into sun,you knew light and darkness,and matters of the heart. 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,…
-
Sunday’s Recommendation
Spira brings his readers on Breaking Boundries an engaging post about “Orphaned Land” – a revolutionary band in every sense; formed in Israel in 1991 by Kobi Farhi (vocals) and Uri Zelcha (bass). They are considered the pioneers of Oriental Metal…. Read More
-
12 November: Found Poetry
The Cave With an aim to oneness,it was eros,it was madness. This longing,it darkened a person’s mind to a windowless cave. 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…
-
11 November: Found Poetry
Fear is not exactly fear.It is alien.We can’t say what is filling us.Feel it and weep. Feel again,I am with its madness. 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…
