*A New Year painting for peace and togetherness by Afghan Peace Poet Mahmood Jan with his powerful messages of respect, peace and love.
Ariadne’s Notes: The World Poetry Café, Feb. 21 at 1:10 PM PST, 100.5 FM,CFRO featured the welcome music, Londonian Set for piano solo in two movements played by Mamora Yabuki at Gewand Hall in Hiroshima of the well known composer and World Poetry Music Director Yoshifumi Sakura along with healing prayers and love for him. E-poet: Rabia Ahrar with her poem Wishes Died.
We also welcomed the Metaphysical Poetess Alara Bretanne from Vancouver Island! She read her beautiful poems and sang a healing song chant in Sanskrit . The song was so moving that she sang it twice! You could hear and feel the healing vibrations.
Also, some great poems from a new anthology by super tech, Victor Schwartzman ,e-poem by Rabia Ahar and a new Big Bessie story by Sharon Rowe from her upcoming book, More Big Bessie Stories. Don’t miss listening to the show below! The Music is amazing.
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At 15, Alara was introduced to poetry by an extraordinary English Lit. teacher from Trinidad. Through his encouragement, one of her poems was published in the local newspaper. While attaining her B.A., majoring in English Lit., at Western University in London, Ontario, she was strongly influenced by the poets of the “Romantic Era” such as Blake, Byron, Shelley, Wordsworth, Coleridge and Keats. The mystical and metaphysical orientation of their writing gave Alara an expanded world vision
Alara was involved with World Poetry, The Millennium Writers Group, and was featured as a guest poet on World Poetry’s radio station in Vancouver, BC. In 2011, upon moving to Vancouver Island, BC, she joined the Cowichan Writers Group and began writing short stories. Poetry and short stories were published in the Anthologies “One Brick Shorts” in 2013 and “Love Notes” in 2016.
Her recent poem:
Trapped in a world with no vision of itself
Spirits encased in matter
A Harry Potter world of dementors
Thought things weave a blanket of shadow
The shadow world thrives on fear essence
Its daily diet of war, violence, racism, lack
A slow death of desperation
The message of permanent hope
Riding an undercurrent in an impermanent illusion
Will you listen to the message?
Will you hear its whisper?
Will you feel its vibration?
Will you act?
Hope sighs, “Shadow has no substance;
Only that which you give it.”
Shadow’s weapon – poisonous lies,
Battering the flimsy shell of the deeper
Indestructible worth of your being.
Shadow maliciously smiles,
“Death is everywhere.”
And licks gritty, black lips
Like the con artist it is
Hope laughs with gut wrenching glee,
“That’s the greatest lie of all,”
Death is nothing, a transition of consciousness;
That is all, a reprieve from matter.
Remember, remember, remember
The Hope wave moves on,
Remember, remember, remember is the remaining echo.
By Alara Bretanne (C) all rights reserved,