It is impossible not be in awe of the supermoon which happened on the 3rd of December. Its appearance started off a trilogy of consecutive supermoons; the next ones happen on the 1st of January and then again on the 31st of January 2018. This final one will also coincide with a lunar eclipse. Those … Continue reading Of Supermoons and Inspiration
Sometimes I come across something well said and I think Jack Belck just did. I hope you agree!
By Jack Belck
There be for me
a dreadful complication
In my sad life sentence
you are neither
verb nor noun
but only punctuation
This is such a sweet, endearing post. I hope the romantics among us can also see love in the same way as the artists – both in the painting and prose. Enjoy and thank you, Sebnem Sanders!
“Dreaming of Pomegranates” (1912)_by Felice Casorati, Italy
She sleeps on the grass
with a pomegranate in her hand
Drifting into the world of altered consciousness
she dreams of other fruit,
apples, apricots, peaches, oranges and tangerines
cherries, berries, plums, grapes and melons
that give the world the name of the colours,
like the bed of wild flowers upon which she lies.
Her mind and body at peace,
nearly all her voluntary activities ceased.
A tranquil expression spreads upon her face,
she travels into another world
where the rules and dimensions are different.
Her eyelids flutter,
her lips curl into a smile,
she takes her lover’s hand
as they fly towards the green hills,
racing with the feathered clouds
and the birds in the sky.
Her reality becomes the dream,
unaware which dimension she belongs to.
When she wakes to the sounds of the birds,
her eyes drift to the bunches…
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I thought this poem, pondering the essence of love, written by Samantha James might be something to ponder about when you're sipping your favourite Saturday afternoon drink.
How beautiful old cities are – a link to our not so distant past – yet modern structures often destroy their charm. Thanks, Sebnem! Your thoughts are memorable💐💐
Once it was a natural channel,
designed by the ingenuity of time,
now reclaimed on both sides,
by man’s insatiable greed to interfere
Once it was a park and a green square,
now a desert of grey concrete,
decorated with tulips in wooden crates,
to fool the eye.
Once it was a green forest
that stretched all the way to the Black Sea,
now a jungle of skyscrapers,
motorways and access roads to bridges
that suffocate the lungs of the ancient town.
Eternal city, I weep for you
I have photographed my memories
and hid them for future generations
to show how mankind can destroy
his habitat and the soul of a city.
I downloaded this beautiful collection of love poems a while ago and have been reading and re-reading many of them. I love Nonnie Jules rhythmic and often rhyming style of putting thoughts together in a most satisfying way. I was also happy to read some of Gianni Jordan's work. Book Description This is a book … Continue reading Review – If Only There Was Music … – Nonnie Jules and Giani Jordan