Fleeting memories

Fleeting memories

17 March 2018

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I deconstructed

Shapes of tomorrow blooming

Within lies a doubt

 

Alternate versions

Technicolour on pitch black

Vivid rendition

 

Fleeting memories

Restoring the synapse points

Today’s truth revealed

 

Reading of the poem: 

A Thousand times good night – Abel Korzeniowski

A wealth of memories

A wealth of memories

24 November 2017

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She shuffled to the park bench where she usually sat, her back still upright although the rest of her frame showed more of the frailty of old age. Two joggers looked at her vividly coloured clothes astonished at the marked difference between the peaceful serenity of her face and the gaudy colours of her salwar kameez. She merely smiled at them and waved as if she were waving to some long lost friends. They waved back after a few seconds of hesitation. It was always like that she thought in this foreign country where westerners did not expect strangers to wave or even smile at them.

As she watched them jog down the path she had just come from, she slowly opened the bag that she had extracted from her large handbag. It was a plastic bag filled with breadcrumbs and chunks of potato from yesterday’s servings that she had saved. She started throwing some to the birds that had gathered around her in the daily tradition and they readily started gobbling the morsels. All the while throwing the bread crumbs, she told them stories of the past, her present woes and her wishes for the future. The birds hovered or walked around her alternatively cooing or eating while she continued her monologue in hushed tones adding now and then a mark of appreciation for their listening.

  • Nobody listens anymore to my stories. I got so many to tell from my younger days but none of the young boys bother to hear them. They want stories of Superman and Batman but I can only tell stories of an old woman who was once young and lived an extraordinary life travelling.
  • Coo… coo.. coo
  • I did not travel like Superman of course as I did not have fast cars but I did travel once on the Orient Express
  • Coo… cooo… coo
  • I know dear. The Orient Express is not that exciting for youngsters today but I also traveled on the Palace on wheels which many youngsters still like today albeit when they are a bit older than James and Morris
  • Coo…cooo…coo
  • Who are James and Morris ? Well they are my grandchildren dearies. Did I not speak to you of my grandchildren ? Oh, they are a beautiful pair. A bit naughty but a beautiful pair of young children all the same. They call me grammy and want me to tell stories of Batman and Superman but I only had my own stories to tell
  • Coo… cooo…coo
  • Susan bought me a few books. She says I can read those books to them as they have stories of Superman and Batman. I do that now but then who will listen to my stories ?
  • Coo… cooo…coo
  • I know you will dearies. You are so kind. My late Robert used to say one day we will both be old and maybe not remember each other anymore but I am sure we will remember enough to tell each other stories. He is now long gone my Robert and my stories still hang around my head whispering to me so that I may tell them to someone. I wish my Robert were here to listen to my stories. I would look at him and say listen old man (chuckling) – he was an old fool, Robert – I have a wealth of memories to share with you. He was an old fool indeed. Always used to say that I looked just like the young girl he had always known.

She kept chuckling and sharing both pieces of the food in the bag and stories of the past as well as hopes for the future. The birds gathered around her in more tight ranks as the murmur of her voice subsided. As the sun went down, the joggers who were passing by on their way back saw her extended frame on the bench where she had stretched out to peacefully pass away, her wealth of memories tucked away into her folds forever.

 

Stive Morgan ~ New Asia – Zov Predkov (Stive Morgan Remix)

Of voices fading

Of voices fading

6 June 2017

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Strumming rains

In burrows of snow

The voice low

In echo

Ringing sharp through the remains

Minutes of my pains

 

Story tells

You, me and the wells

Stony walls

Meet my gaze

I wake up the night in daze

Of stars encircling

 

Seconds cling

To my bones marrow

Blue sparrow

Hunting grounds

Memories lost in the sounds

Of voices fading

 

Reading of the poem:  

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Take My Leave Of You – Ólafur Arnalds ft. Arnór Dan

The Final Chapter – Ólafur Arnalds

Epilogue – Ólafur Arnalds

Swallowing the stars

Swallowing the stars

16 May 2017

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The perched birds

Chirp to wilderness

Expanding

Contracting

Bridges cross nearing the ring

Dilation in fork

 

Burst the cork

Bottled amnesia

Opens wide

Onward ride

Memories whispering bees

My token honey

 

World aflame

The light none will tame

Conquered hours

Blooming flowers

The Heart in mind bending bars

Swallowing the stars

 

Reading of the poem:  

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Pure of Heart – Bvdub

All These Moments Are Blue Type – Bvdub

So far from Home – Bvdub

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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Dans la gloire qui périt dans les cendres de nos urnes / In glory perishing in ashes of our urns

Dans la gloire qui périt dans les cendres de nos urnes

(Poème écrit sous forme de sonnet occitan en vers Alexandrin. Traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)

13 janvier 2017

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De la lune nous voyons amas de faces obscures

De mille plaines érigées étendard argenté

De la veine essuyons larmes rouges en zébrures

Les faiblesses fustigées pâle sentier arpenté

 

Lendemains nous fuyons, points de croix en suture

De ces pages rédigées en mémoires présentées

En veine cave appuyons des doux cœurs écorchure

Les voltiges dirigées en falaises serpentées

 

Récolte-moi des abimes dans des terres désolées

Quand la nuit s’assombrit dans les pensées nocturnes

De nos souvenirs sublimes en presqu’îles isolées

 

Ravive lueur qui luit dans nos sursauts diurnes

Remontée des vieilles cimes en terrains décalés

Dans la gloire qui périt dans les cendres de nos urnes

 

Lecture du poème: 

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In glory perishing in ashes of our urns

(Translation of a poem written as a Occitan sonnet in Alexandrin. See original above or here)

13 January 2017

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From the moon we now see clusters of dark faces

Thousand plains erected like a silvery flag

From the vein we will wipe a criss-cross of red tears

Weakness castigated pale pathway travelled through

 

The morrows that we flee, patchwork of cross stitches

From these pages written in memories displayed

On cava vein let’s press the sweet hearts abrasion

The directed vaulting into the winding cliffs

 

Harvest me from abyss in the desolate lands

When the night will darken in the nocturnal thoughts

From our sublime memories in lone peninsulas

 

Revive glimmer that shines in our diurnal jolts

Rise of old mountain tops in the staggered terrains

In glory perishing in ashes of our urns

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Halfway out of the Dark – Aesthesys

Sailing to Byzantium – Aesthesys

I am Free that is why I am Lost – Aesthesys

Snowfall

Snowfall

1 September 2016

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Snowfall streaks

Remnants of ashes

Softly fall

Like garlands

Forming on my face islands

Of memories of you

 

Snowfall speaks

Bitter reckonings

Dissolved slow

In passing

The Time wound back trespassing

The unholy gates

 

Snowfall reeks

Of unwritten rhyme

Hours spent

Pantomime

Desecrating unseen strings

Renewing the wings

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Ashes and snow – Gregory Colbert recited by Laurence Fishburne (English), Ken Watanabe (Japanese), and Enrique Rocha (Spanish)

Once upon a Sway

Once upon a Sway

30 June 2016

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It happened

Once upon a sway

South to North

Made its way

Happenchance cooked up the mess

The ease to undress

 

I knew him

Like palm knows fingers

Crossed my Heart

With his Art

Trending beauty that lingers

Like listless humming

 

He said soft

Words that made no sense

They knocked me

Out senseless

“The promise of your womb dear

Feels like Paradise”

 

Unabashed

We flew through the lies

Bottom up

In and out

Like silk stockings discarded

Upon tiny racks

 

It was done

Like a yearly deed

Fault to none

Bear no strife

We recollect like treasures

Narrow shelves of Life

 

It happened

Once upon a sway

Dimly lit

Memories

They swell up from long ago

Like scene from a No

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Journey – Vadim Kiselev

The Day After – Vadim Kiselev

Une autre Vie – Vadim Keselev

Melting gold

Melting gold

12 June 2016

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I composed

A song of perhaps

You and I

Eternal

A pair of humming birds free

Flight in the night’s sky

 

Decomposed

Flesh flung back at me

Bitter truth

Of this realm

The vanishing sweet corpses

Locked in death’s embrace

 

Illusion

Of mortality

Sank my heart

Then I heard

The voices singing the song

They sang beyond Time

 

Fading chant

Infused with the Love

Survived flesh

Burnt afresh

Cinders of memories flew

Back into motion

 

Emotion

Fanned by raging flames

Rekindled

The soul’s spark

If you hear not then do hark

Rising phoenix sings

 

You and I

Rotating dust specks

Settled in

Deep within

Where the core burgeoned again

Into soft petals

 

Purple bloom

On tree of whispers

Endless hum

Fills our cores

Deep in nooks of heart that stores

Carefree melodies

 

Ethereal

We rise through the airs

Whiff of scent

Hearts unbent

Pollinized sparkles of sun

Forming the true shape

 

Liquid frame

It rises from meld

Of the fires

Melting gold

Into crevices of rain

Eternal sunshine

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Alchemist – Rumi

Where all is music – Rumi

The great Mystery – Rumi

 

Chirping birds

Chirping birds

8 April 2016

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When time comes

Back to the basics

The soul flocks

Remembrance

A tale of the pale gridlocks

That restricted Heart

 

What once was

Dissolved in nothing

Mere shadow

Of its might

With distance comes stronger sight

The age sets optics

 

Dioptric

Play on geometry

Focal point

Wavering

Youth but stubborn myopic

Prolonging blindness

 

Coarse regret

Now a grinning clown

Lips stretched pink

Heart goes down

Wandering with centipedes

No mind that impedes

 

Soothing air

Courses through my lungs

Wane threads stir

Clouds that sink

The knots in tips of the fir

As it battles skies

 

Hark now hear!

Through their constant cries

Chirping birds

Remind us

Of the roots that bore the tree

Taller than lifetimes

 

Reading of the poem: 

The birds on my window sill and on the tree neighbouring my window:  

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Simply You – Secret Garden