Found Poetry

Found Poem Somewhere  there  the flash of  short-term memory waiting to speak to fill in empty space with name, date, trivia, punch line. holding the shadow of life to go on hundred times a day. I greet my neighbour, who smiles looking for some clue,  anything to break the spell of disappointments in long-term memory …

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Labyrinths

Found Poetry all these transformations metaphorical and paradoxical insist on being read something crucial shifts an empty space waiting to be inhabited by the self.   Meditative labyrinths lead to the same centre until you feel the urge to enter stepping into ‘liminal space’   In the labyrinth you don’t lose yourself. you find yourself. …