Women are half of humanity.
Between the freedom of travel
and the solitude of home
is a fantasy world
Marc Latham thinks his latest Folding Mirror poem has several inspirations. Here on WordPress a discussion on City Jackdaw‘s blog got Marc thinking about a question asked: Is it the appreciation of art, and of beauty, that sets us apart?
Marc’s also been doing a little biological research on the web, thinking about doing a poem about the two halves of human and animal bodies, getting as far as bilateral symmetry. There’ll hopefully be more poems about that in the future.
It’s Right to Conserve What’s Left
That’s in its early stages, and this poem quickly developed into a wildlife and nomadic tribes focus, no doubt inspired by Marc recently finding lots of interesting environmental conservation and Native American groups on Facebook and Google+.
Finally, he was listening to old Scorpions and Rainbow music before and while writing the poem, and they have some spacey environmentally conscious songs. So instead of the usual photos above and below the poems he’s embedded the videos.
Human Direction, Wildlife Freedom
nothing left, or up
outside the human mind
written down at least
do dolphins think
in such a way
or do they see the ocean
as eagles fly the sky
turning by sonar, circling on instinct
the land was once open
for nomadic tribes to follow seasons
each day like play
not worrying over
making roots of concrete
inside living mother earth
feeling down, squandered right
Hi, it’s Greenygrey. It seems that Abba long ago wrote a song about our recent searches for Andy Wolfhol:
Regular visitors will notice the blog’s got a new theme. The first since June 2009.
Twenty Ten by the WordPress Team replaces Tarski by Ben Eastaugh and Chris Sternal-Johnson
It again has relevance for the Folding Mirror concept, with the two lines of trees divided by the path in the middle. Is the person on the path a poet?
Here’s one of three new Folding Mirror poems by Claire Knight that we’ll be publishing here in the near future.
Thanks to Claire for creating another strong and evocative FM and allowing it to be used here.
The snow is falling once again as I write.
pristine snow lies all around
its silence its muffled sound
each crystal glistening a spark
contrasting trees bare and dark
bushes laden with cotton wool clumps
waiting inviting – a longing to touch
this world out of reach through the window