POET, TEACHER, INSPIRATION: Dilys Wood & the Latter-day Sapphos

THE POET BY DAY

Sappho (/ˈsæfoʊ/; Attic Greek Σαπφώ [sapːʰɔ̌ː], Aeolic Greek Ψάπφω, Psappho [psápːʰɔː]) was a Greek lyric poet, born on the island of Lesbos. The Alexandrians included her in the list of nine lyric poets. She was born sometime between 630 and 612 BCE, and it is said that she died around 570 BCE, but little is known for certain about her life. The bulk of her poetry, which was well-known and greatly admired through much of antiquity, has been lost; however, her immense reputation has endured through surviving fragments. “Sappho (/ˈsæfoʊ/; Attic Greek Σαπφώ [sapːʰɔ̌ː], Aeolic Greek Ψάπφω, Psappho [psápːʰɔː]) was a Greek lyric poet, born on the island of Lesbos. The Alexandrians included her in the list of nine lyric poets. She was born sometime between 630 and 612 BCE, and it is said that she died around 570 BCE, but little is known for certain about her life. The bulk of her poetry, which was well-known and greatly admired through much of antiquity, has been lost; however, her immense reputation has endured through surviving fragments.” [Wikipedia] Sunday: I began my dive into Dilys Wood’s Antarctica* (Greendale Press, 2008), spending my discretionary time engaged by this collection, which includes The South Pole Inn, a novella in verse.

“I dreamt I gave you the white continent
I wrapped it in white wedding wrap, embossed
with silver penguins and skiis …”
from Her Birthday Present in the section Love in…

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“THREE TIMES IN THE TEMPLE”

By the Mighty Mumford

THREE TIMES (RECORDED) IN THE TEMPLE

Jesus in the Temple three times,

Each visit He spoke special lines…

His Father’s business

When twelve was His gist,

For three days His folks  lost their minds!

In the Feast of Dedication as a man,

Jesus proclaimed  He was “I AM”…

He then slipped away

To return His final days,

The Jews thought His heresy a scam

His triumphal entry was the last,

In the final week when His life was cast…

As sacrifice–

The perfect man sufficed,

To blow away the evil one’s .plans!

–Jonathan Caswell

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Open the Door..I have Come

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Shiva in Meditation Pose 1

Open the Door..I have Come

YOU were here, with

All of us

YOU left for your abode

The day before yesterday, or

Millions of years back, and

Have been in your bliss

All for yourself

I imagine

There, is no sun, moon, stars or galaxies

YOU have perhaps forgotten

Have left here your idols, to see

My father, grandpa, granny, friends and ancestors

Have all left

Have you kept them there?

Have given them a throne

All your Messengers, Saints, Sages, Sufis, Vachanakars and Vedantins

Spake & sung to your glory

The great Scriptures proclaim

That I am ONE and in me

Are all souls, all creatures and living things

For they know not

Death is so near

Suffering no end

Shall again enter into darkness

My mother, my beloved, my kith & kin & all on this planet

They are all with me to enter our abode

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Just because

The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son)

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Sunday 20th March

Just because I’m used to it,
Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt anymore.

My heart is broken,
But I still have to get up each morning.

On the outside, I’m coping,
Beneath the surface, is where pain lies.

You will always be my son,
I continue to talk to you and about you.

I don’t love you any less,
As time passes, I know I love you more.

No longer on this earth,
But I feel your heart beating with mine.

My first waking thought,
And my last one before I fall asleep.

I love you my darling,
I just wish you were here to tell you.

Night, night sweetheart,
Love you to the moon and beyond.

xxxxxxx

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