Words interrupted
20 September 2020
Folding unfolding
myriads of images strewn
Memory a lark
Beams of crescent moon
tugged slow at my lips’ corners
A nightingale sang
Words interrupted
stilled my heart in deep silence
like water it flowed
Reading of the poem:
Dance Me To The End Of Love – Francis Goya
Gorgeous!
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Thank you Tiffany 🙂
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You reading prompted several readings of this lovely trio.
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Thank you Derrick 🙂
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Thank you Geetha, again a delight to read and especially hear you recite one of your poems. Larks always had an important symbolism for me like in Bernart de Ventadorn’s Can vei la lauzeta mover. When you read your poems it’s like being channelled into another world
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Thank you Jann. What a beautiful compliment. I shall look up your reference on the lark 🙂
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Just looked it up. Beautiful medieval song.
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