What time?
What space?
What emotion?
What memory?
How to say?


This is something a little different: a DIY poem. Consider the words while letting the music and the images take you away; see where you arrive and what you discover. Comments would be welcome if you wish to share.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on May 12, 2013, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Wow, I remember Benjamin Britten from schooldays!

    I will try out your suggestion this afternoon… hopefully.


    • Bonne chance! 🙂 I found the process profoundly moving: humbling and inspiring. (And I must admit my mental/emotional journey had nothing at all to do with Benjamin Britten.)


  2. I Love this piece of music! It holds a permanent place of honour in one of my playlists 🙂



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