Friday, August 28, 2026
Thursday, August 27, 2026
Monday, August 24, 2026
The Repetition of Time
A poem offering a gentle, reassuring hand to anyone experiencing sudden loss.
Shifting the focus from the permanence of death to the permanence of love.
Suggesting that memory is a timeless dimension where we can always reunite with those we have lost.
(A lone voice whispers)
Blessed be
Velumbound
Let's explore the Repetition of Time
For loss covers many different paradigms.
From relationships, family, and friends.
But one pivotal thought sometimes gets forgotten in grief.
When someone suddenly has died.
The love you both once shared will live forever.
Just hidden in a Repetition of Time.
As you suddenly remember this 17-syllable drop of bliss.
In five, seven, five.
As those old memories fire and come alive.
To just miss someone.
(5)
Is to have been truly loved.
(7)
Treasure those moments.
(5)
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Saturday, August 22, 2026
Lucid Dreaming
A short poem using the mythological figure Morpheus to explore the boundary between waking reality and the subconscious realm of dreams.
By describing sleep as an immersion into "ever-flowing seas," the verse highlights the hidden, fluid nature of the dream world that remains unseen during our waking hours.
(A lone voice whispers)
Theres a world on top of this one, no one ever sees.
Until they enter the deep waters
Of Morpheus's ever-flowing seas.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Friday, August 21, 2026
The Song of Argento
Blessed be.
Velumbound.
With your last breath
Of the midnight hour
Will you hear
This call
From my towers
Will you join my company
Going past
To a world
Of neverending pleasures
That will last forever
Where sensuous music
With wild voices
Will put your soul
At risk
With its seductive power
And make your Fate
Close its ivory gates.
No longer to lament
But be courageous.
To welcome me
In.
To pitch my tent
With my powers
Of enchantment and pleasure
As my kin
That will seem
Heaven sent.
To those that
Seek love
And intimate sin.
A contradiction
Of above and below.
For I know
When all lascivious
Tensions must go.
So shed your fears
As you
To me
Are led
The Golden Goddess
Of all Exiles.
To a place
Where purple butterflies
Fly to
Die.
Come to me.
Come to me.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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