Hoppípolla is a beautiful and emotional song by the Icelandic band Sigur Rós. The title itself is a delightful blend of words: it’s a univerbation of “hoppa í polla,” which translates to “hopping into puddles” in Icelandic. The lyrics of the song are mainly in Icelandic, but they also include some nonsensical phrases in a language the band calls Vonlenska or “Hopelandic.” The essence of “Hoppípolla” captures the carefree joy of childhood—the moments when we find delight and freedom by jumping in rain puddles. It’s a celebration of innocence, playfulness, and the simple pleasures of life. 🌧️👣
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “What Happened to Motherland”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >>
Hello dear readers and followers, I am reposting thispoem I wrote in July 2022 in response to Eugi’s “Moonwashed Weekly Prompt” – Peaceable … to visit her fabulous site, please click on >> Here
Today I am presenting another poem that will be appearing in my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”. I wrote ‘Flying Bricks of War’ in May 2021, and the poem will be the opening piece in Chapter 6. War! Without Peace
Featured Images: were taken at the local Kindergarten, where the school’s gardener lovingly maintains the beautiful garden, and she excitedly pointed out that, despite it being the start of winter, there were 2 sunflower plants ‘defying the odds’. and actually thriving and blooming … I smiled at her joyful enthusiasm, however inwardly I was silently weeping for those still suffereing in wartorn Ukraine. So here today I am reposting “5” of my “Sunflower” poems relating to the “Ukrainian” war.
Please Note: All above images (Except the one of Frankie), were by taken by Derrick Knight, and he kindly allows me to reproduce his wonderful photos here on my poetry website. If you wish, you may visit his fabulous Site via this link > https://derrickjknight.com/2023/05/17/baby-species/
Today’s post is a poem (Originally titled “Between the Lines”) that I revised/rehashed this morning … I might be wrong, but will I ever be right …
“And I have carried on this war. Though no one wins an endless fight. I have claimed that God has guided me. And killed to prove I’m right.”Lyrics From Damien Rice’s song, “What if I’m wrong”
Between Lines, Who Holds the Power
Do you see, a man walking on water?
Did you see, his feet were bleeding?
Do you read, the missing scriptures?
Did you read, your own family tree?
Do you hear, speechless angels singing?
Did you hear, the songbirds crying?
Do you feel, the erased wars calling?
Did you feel, the hard rains falling?
Do you know, the ones who are lying?
Did you know, the refugees are dying?
“What If I’m Wrong”, Lyrics, by Damien Rice
I could wrestle with tomorrow Until tomorrow’s in the past Because I have torn apart what’s beautiful To prove that nothing lasts I have stayed locked behind these doors To show there’s no way out I got lost within the space between The question and the doubt I have built a wall between
What I believed and what is true I have sacrificed the love I had For power over you
I have convicted those who disagree And walked over the weak I have placed a gun within the mouth Of those who dared to speak
And on an ordinary day In an ordinary way I have crushed the minds of children With extraordinary shame
And I have carried on this war Though no one wins an endless fight I have claimed that God has guided me And killed to prove I’m right
What if I’m wrong What if I’m wrong What if I’m wrong What if I’m wrong
Is this soul worth saving at all? Cause if I lose my wings then surely I must fall And the gods prayed to the gods they made
We could wrestle with tomorrow until tomorrow’s in the past We could tear apart what’s beautiful To prove that nothing lasts
We could stay locked behind the doors To show there’s no way out We could get lost within the space between The question and the doubt
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 