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
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
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
keskiviikko 11. toukokuuta 2016
Butterflies Our Lives
Butterflies and human minds
have you looked at them fly?
insane like drunk and driving
a plane
better yet, a helicopter
oh, look a butterfly, smiles the child,
the "innocent" mind
how many can correct it
swallowtail to be?
with varying colors and
shapes as we
are same
but marked essentially
different lives
both outside and within
ourselves
butterflies are preyed
most of their lives
and proportioned time not
truly alive
we are but butterflies
in breeze of time
imagine a water drop
landing on us
during our
whimsy
flight
caught by life
on butterfly net or
bare hands
makes massive distinction
on affects, how we translate the life
in our heads
image is bright, colorful flight
in sunshiny day
human conduct is bound by rules
and laws to protect
us from ourselves
otherwise we live in shadows
of our thoughts
did you know that ninety percent of
lepidopterans are in fact moths?
as per se we must fly
if we open our eyes from
self-deceit
metamorphosis appears only
from child to adult
anything else
is driven from denial
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