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 12. lokakuuta 2015

The Clay In Me

Stirs, boring movement
does not give itself away, a hint at best
inside me, living quarter in every cell
of my tormented body
like a clay bedded ground
frozen in winter
freeing itself underneath
in spring

does not tell, nor whisper
the pain or strength
yet moves and tears the ground
even heavy rocks
shreds the tarmac
cracks you see, inside the agony
not

no explanation, no words arise
stirs, distorts in silence as if no movement
brewing pain, in me
slowly
giving no grip or chance to see
hope

with shovel I try
too vast too deep all around
buried beneath
hidden in beds of clay
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