I composed an OP-1 track and wrote a coded poem:
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How can we speak of any semblance of order
when we can’t rearrange the stars
to know which one shines for whom?
Not to mention the reprehensible spreading of fog!
Or the dusting of the steppe over its entire range
as though it weren’t split in two!
Or voices carried over accommodating air waves:
summoning squeals and suggestive gurgles!
Only what’s human can be truly alien.
The rest is mixed forest, undermining moles, and wind.
https://anthonywilsonpoetry.com/2013/09/28/lifesaving-poems-wislawa-szymborskas-psalm/
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Out of countless insects I will single out the ant,
who, between the guard’s left and right boots,
feels unobliged to answer questions of origin and destination.
If only this whole mess could be seen at once in detail
on ever continent!
Isn’t that a privet on the opposite bank
smuggling its hundred-thousandth leaf across the river?
Who else but the squid, brazenly long-armed,
would violate the sacred territorial waters?
Psalm
How leaky are the borders of man-made states!
How many clouds float over them scot-free,
how much desert sand sifts from country to country,
how many mountain pebbles roll onto foreign turf
in provocative leaps!
Need I cite each and every bird as it flies,
or alights, as now, on the lowered gate?
Even if it be a sparrow—its tail is abroad,
thought its beak is still home. As if that weren’t enough—it keeps fidgeting!
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#poetry
#WisławaSzymborska
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We and the flowers throw shadows on the earth.
What has no shadow has no strength to live.
Faith is in you whenever you look
At a dewdrop or a floating leaf
And know that they are because they have to be.
Even if you close your eyes and dream up things
The world will remain as it has always been
And the leaf will be carried by the waters of the river.
You have faith also when you hurt your foot
Against a sharp rock and you know
That rocks are here to hurt our feet.
See the long shadow that is cast by the tree?
via metamorphesque
Plutonian Halls Of Fame
Death welcomes me to her bountiful feast
each day I visit her cavern of gems
that gleam with bright Plutonian light of stars
which she brews in nutritious wine of fear
which intoxicates my heart with pure love
for
https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/11/plutonian-halls-of-fame.html
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Highway Six Six Six
If the second mother even returns
from gathering flowers by the highway
that bloom from the corpse of the seventh son,
she might find the last telephone on Earth
on the broken desk in the empty room
where the ram goes
https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/11/highway-six-six-six.html
Torchlight
The road forks; I pause,
see I lost my way, and wait;
but I'll not look back.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
Within these
Unsane veins
Run rivers
That you
Could not forge,
And I let you
Drown, gladly.
On memory of intent
Darkness has a way of dancing on the periphery of our thoughts
Hinting at a love denied and mocked by our impotency
Wishing something to be so do not make it to be true
Yet denied can carry us through eternity
How are we to all these compulsions
as if if there is something to communicate
As if communication is anything less than dishonest
If only because we can not assure the the intent
As a lie.
#Autumn #Poetry #Fall #AlbertCamus
A (lovely) THOUGHT FOR TODAY:
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. -Albert Camus, writer and philosopher (7 Nov 1913-1960)
Yesteryeast
Salt on warm bread roll
fresh from worn red-brick oven —
first snow on my tongue
We’ve got
Flesh made
Of deranged
Constellations,
We touch flame
To flame.
It was then
My heart
Called upon
All the dead
To show me
What it’s like
To sleep.
owerful, beautiful poetry reminding us why we honor and support our loved ones as they face frailty of mind and body.
The #MastoPrompt for Friday 7 November 2025 is:
The poem or story can include the prompt word or be about the prompt word.
@ me, if you like, or just include the #MastoPrompt tag (to allow people to follow or filter their feeds), or keep your work to yourself - all the options are good as long as you're writing.
If you're including an image please do include alt-text if you’re able to.
The need for order and control has dictated life for generations. Break free from the chains. #blog #writing #writingcommunity #sifaswriting #poetry #sifasreallife
https://e8thespresso.blogspot.com/2025/11/poem-love-loyalty-and-control.html
https://sifasevenwriting.wordpress.com/2025/11/07/poem-love-loyalty-and-control/
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