microscopic muses

  Those unheard (of) words Unpronounceable sounds Lead (to) confusion 

  Where the sky reaches the sea Where clouds hold your tears Where my dreams long to be

  Sending wishing   A miniature landscape Absent longings ‘Postcard’ You sent me, a miniature landscape to let me know; you wished I was there with you... ...in your arms ...in your bed ...dying with you; as time sinks in quicksand; holding my hand... ...in your thoughts ...in your mind ...engulfing your dreams; where the sea is so clear bringing me near... ...in your heart ...in your beat *  breathing your peace *                         ~ SarahA O’Leary

  You stopped running                                       after your dreams,                                 so they could chase (theirs)                                      .               *sacrificing self*

  The  point of Always looking Upwards

  THE HUB News, Notes, Talk Read the love poem that went viral . . . in ancient Greece. By  Walker Caplan September 9, 2021, 1:14pm When asked to think of ancient Greek poetry, high, lofty verse is top of mind. But  classics professor Tim Whitmarsh has found a very different type of Greek poem: a rhythmic, cheeky love poem that made its way via inscription from Spain to Mesopotamia. The anonymous text has been found inscribed on twenty different gemstones, the best preserved one found around the neck of a young woman buried in a sarcophagus in Hungary, and as a graffito in Spain. The gemstones were mass-produced by workshops; Whitmarsh thinks they were mostly bought by middle-ranking members of Roman society. “The closest modern equivalent is probably a quote T-shirt,” Whitmarsh  told  The Guardian . “When you have people across a huge empire eager to buy into things that connect them to centers of fashion and power, you have the conditions for a simple poe...

https://amp.theguardian.com/books/2021/sep/13/poem-of-the-week-sonnet-65-by-william-shakespeare The Guardian - Back to home News Opinion Sport Culture Lifestyle Show caption Carol Rumens's poem of the week Poem of the week: Sonnet 65 by William Shakespeare This reflection on ‘sad mortality’ is a shining tribute to the power of love Carol Rumens Mon 13 Sep 2021 05.56 EDT Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share via Email Sonnet 65 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea But sad mortality o’er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out Against the wrackful siege of batt’ring days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but time decays? O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall time’s best jewel from time’s chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? O, none, unless this mira...