Sleep

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!

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Dreaming of Pomegranates

“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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The Lost City

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💐💐

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Istanbul from the airIstanbul from the air drone video

 

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.

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Review – If Only There Was Music … – Nonnie Jules and Giani Jordan

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