Rupert Spira moon jar with poem embossed
you’ve seen your white light,
and when at last my time comes
I know you’ll be mine
– Michael Boiano
Photo by Flickr / dangtruonggiang, via blukcattalking
More you might like
The things people say to me here
Please do not listen to such comments, neither answer them. How miserable to count the syllables!!! If there’s one or three more…. what’s the point? Does it reach to your soul?–That’s poetry!
The other way…his way…a stupid kind of stupid economics!!! i do not even understand, even if you don’t like something why you speak it if doesn’t concern you… just to hurt somebody?
Keep creating. Keep touching souls that need it around this world! We are the good hearts of this world.
– From Valeria in Greece, in response to the criticism of a syllable counter who had nothing to say about the content of the poetry itself.
Haiku
I can see nothing
beyond the end of next month,
nothing beckons me
– Michael Boiano