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

sunnuntai 1. marraskuuta 2015

In Between Nights There Is A Space

I dream 
of a dream
where I don't have to wake up

a dream 
arriving by request

awake

 cars, blurry people
pouring without reactions
on my sight
an impressionistic paint
in motion

shaky  nausea
eyelids like oppressive rugs
circus tent's heavily flexible canvas

hum in the head
dust in the wind
corpus stiff as iron wire

wind bends trees like string a bow
will I bend too

bloodless heart
beats dragging, volatile

towards which night
would I long
the one I know
the other I fear

can't afford to sit yet
not to be captured asleep
day's work
obligation set as punishment 
in command I march through
in line of ants 

slowly managing, to the night

   I can
    
        I can

I can

under the sheets at last
to discover I already slept the day

in harmony of abhorrence 


    insomnia

        insomnia

            insomnia


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