Well of Words

Word. Another. Joined between a feeling, a memory, a sense. Let it flow from within to sentences. Simple, sensible and truly something original. Written emotions on paper: a poem.

A Poem

Flashing by moment
a sense, feeling
that never comes
another
not to anyone
not to me
ever again

I grab to that glimpse
squeezing the sense
through feelings
eyes closed
forgotten in me
I hold back

and I let go
to paper

The Poet In Me

Nice to see you here!

This is where my feelings and thoughts many times end up. More than twenty years ago I scribbled my first poems as 14 year old boy that was dreaming about being published author and poet.

Well, as usual, the poems never were sent to publisher and learning process was considered too hard - might have been different if there would have been internet then.

So I wrote occasionally less and less until last year when I decided to start writing for real since I had extra time. Started a blog and build some confidence. Finding All Poetry poetry society really made difference; more fellow poets and for the first time critique. And chance to read lots of good poetry

Now I am serious on writing and aim to improve to the lengths to make it for real. I am going to be published since I have a poet inside me and I intend to unleash it

maanantai 26. lokakuuta 2015

Re Times To Tire

Let's face it
we're not that
young anymore

me and my wretched
body

mind has retired
way back when
body still olding up

mind re tired
I mean
wasn't the first time
a bore enough

shaved today
our 7-year old asking
why
to get younger of course
you cannot
with immense intonation

just look into
the sink
there's twenty-some
years

I'm too old to be believed

went to kiosk
to buy some cigarettes
papers, please
not that old was the thought
rolling my eyes in awe

too comfortable, my
life to even long for youth

washed my trousers tonight
to whom is the kid
pants sloppy worn
sit and watched the wash
dried in sauna, in lack of dryer

pants to be put back on
in which I appear
dumb, unemployed, indifferent
to myself
consequently to any one
except children up to five

I am terrified to
boredom, how old
I have time
to re
times
tire

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