Poem of the day

is Crusoe in England by Elizabeth Bishop.

I often gave way to self-pity.
"Do I deserve this? I suppose I must.
I wouldn't be here otherwise. Was there
a moment when I actually chose this?
I don't remember, but there could have been."
What's wrong about self-pity, anyway?
With my legs dangling down familiarly
over a crater's edge, I told myself
"Pity should begin at home." So the more
pity I felt the more I felt at home.

Good Friday

They say: "There is no place like home"

but heaven sometimes equals hell

the bell's chimes have just flown to Rome

my soul desires to fly as well...

The Fool Moon epiphany

Full moon nights usually bring epiphanies to me. My soul is somehow more receptive face to face with Lady Selene and I can remember our interviews for a long time.
Yet this day was so emotionally exhausting that a little sensibility was left for the rarely yellowish glare above Juliet's balcony. It had been a real Fool's day for me and I was fed up with anything foolish or fullish. Moonlight sonata playing in my head I was afraid to look at the shiny sphere for more than a few minutes, as I felt I could get overly melancholic.
But when a small cloud hid the moon from my eyes for a while, I suddenly remembered the last real eclipse I saw-in France - the shadow of the Earth covering the moon's face and the shadow of the bandage covering mine...
And from the sea of sentences uttered by my friends during the day one was washed up:
"I'm really glad to see that your eye has been healed completely."
And so I used both my eyes to look at the moon coming out of the clouds, enjoyed the feeling of my mind getting rid of the clouds as well, closed BOTH my HEALTHY eyes and went to a peaceful sleep.

MONOlogue

In the beginning everything was Pure as snow, but then Ashes came... The Battle of Heaven took place and brought a lot of fear, but I have burried it in the sea. I took a Silent flight and when the Sleeping Dawn came, I decided to Follow the map to find the Everlasting light...

No words can express the gratefulness for every opportunity/inspiration to create a new story with a happy ending in my mind. The trouble is, living in one's fantasy might be dangerous for surviving the reality. Now, can I have it Stereo, please?