GUEST POST: Poetic Resonance, Curiosity for Truth, and Mario Savioni – by Donald Standeford

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Elina Duni Quartet – Sytë

Selina gazes up in the sky, Eyes saddened, Wandering across the pines Of a little world fallen asleep. Remembering Kyrta’s conversation: “Acceptance of your fate Will never come too late.”   Hear the distant echoes Of birds still singing Yet sunbeams have gone to sleep. Selina is also put to bed.   She sleeps with…

GUEST POST: Watching Grandpa at The Sheep Gate – A Poem by Donald Standeford

I am very grateful to writer Donald Standeford for liking my friend Mario Savioni‘s great photographic and literary work, Latin Quarter – Paris 1995, and also for reblogging my humble posts. This is a beautiful poem by Donald Standeford: Watching grandpa at the sheep gate Love wisdom like diamonds, And you won’t regret it; This…

Ode to Trump’s Vanity et al

Spring anticipation in the air Orange reddened sun Gets ready to hide its rays Behind the lowest of all mountains Mirroring itself on the lake. Vanity at its highest level. Yet the picture turns out different In a mixture of yellow and blue Of greed and sadness a faithful clue. “You’re so vain, You probably…

The Excess of Confidence

I was sitting on a meadow one day A book in my hands, how long I can’t say. Three hens came close to me and showed no fear I was most surprised as they came so near. Was it my presence, so benevolent, What made them approach me so confident? They just trusted me and…

A Review of Blue Emptiness – A Book by Mario Savioni

I enjoyed reading this book for its beautiful, elaborate and cultivated prose poetry. I love the musicality of the words, especially in the inserted poems. The whole book is full of wonderful metaphors and images about many aspects of life and human existence, full of philosophical thought as well. I would say the main topic…

The Excluded

Clumsy piano notes invade the hostel lounge “Blowin’ In The Wind” but failing in its sounds. The German man insists he wants to do it right. Some ugly noise comes out, everybody annoyed yet no one dares to speak.   The hostel girl appears: “Could you play maybe a little less loud?” He heard but…