Memories of old 29 October 2023
Clenching jaws follow new-found laws Blast to cause breath in pause raking fingers turned to claws revealing the flaws We diffuse the powers to use Golden hues fragrant dews a conflagration to choose aching sunset bruise Bodies hold memories of old tales untold lo behold they speak of the soul once sold for silver, not gold Reading of the poem:
Kyrie - Antaeus
Ashes for daughters 21 October 2023
She walks slow life bundled on back Agony her fiefdom, mind scattered throughout waters, thoughts a procession They deal blow never cut her slack Trinity not random house as their hearts lurch hospital and church Two may die May they ever live to forgive fathers’ tales, she cries as her lung inhales ashes for daughters Reading of the poem:
Spanoudakis- Prosopa
All blood same red lace 15 October 2023
Harbinger of erased nation A death toll on both sides leads nowhere as the fear rides to uneven poll the clock strikes unequal death chimes we surmount the war crimes our memory a closed tap bodies our minds wrap Live cocoons shelter vivid thoughts unwilling uncaring we see not what then transpired as thousands expired Fed through spoons weather-beaten words Flimsy talks forceful walks to the other side of hope a yearning to cope Warning call lost time to recall regret stitched intimate within layers of the brain lesson to retain The legs pace unknown surfaces riddled lanes absorb pains of humanity’s disgrace all blood same red lace Reading of the poem:
Yael Deckelbaum - Prayer Of The Mothers
I am becoming a Tree 7 October 2023
I am becoming a Tree My arms extended in calling I branch out in verses they are shiny fruits hanging high and low in perspectives alternating light and dark I am becoming a Tree My trunk plants its roots in a garden I witness moss growing on my feet they disappear softly within green circles of brown dissolve within its sheen Totem of tomorrow’s world sprouts I am becoming a Tree Wide branches from keen twigs absorb the sunshine in waves they cast no shadows on the seekers gathering around my rivulets My waters are shared with all I am becoming a Tree I am sunshine and rain I gather feathers and fluff as the nightbirds hold in me home Sizzling thoughts in me roam I bear the smooth and the rough I am becoming a Tree I climb giddily towards the skies Though my roots coil me to the ground in sweet harmonious belonging my leaves rustle in the clouds I am bustling prayers and shrouds Reading of the poem:
Tree of Life
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