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

tiistai 29. elokuuta 2017

Built Of Champagne Glasses



Laws of motion
something screaming through anger
laws shattered for
a second
that splits to neutrons
in slow motion
regret, before that
pride

can't remember what the issue was
on that occasion
the thick strong heavy glass
I do

sound that hurt not ears
but insides of
who I am

like crystal champagne glasses
used for building blocks of me
in heavy artillery of
fist sized rocks

splinter and water-drops traverse and
split the second fragments of
time with
shame
all over the kitchen
after collision with the sink
my first aggression at the adult age

I hear angels cry
beside our little ones

can one love so much that
it causes pain
like Lennie adored those cute soft things

I have seen at least a peak from
the gates of heaven
as we are but one
her smile erases
facts of life
without money I have traveled around
the world a thousands of times
just letting go and falling in her breathtakingly
blue eyes
gathered stars like diamonds
on the journey back

yet there I still stand
ashamed
but too proud to admit
listening the cries

Stars Aligned



Cold, chilling me
like thorns,
still, this time a year
I am there where
my eyes hang on
hang on

do I hear them
whisper away the answers
to my thoughts

some do believe they
know all, in codes of sorts
like painted on the skin

the knowledge of what they
truly are
is rather painful to me
nothing more than our own
light and warmth

mystery solved
is beauty that fades away
like children's water-colored ones forgotten
in the rain

I open the door
and try to lock the thought outside
I care not of the reality
I move away from it's
choking embrace
shove it
bitter

the child
just died

Nightless Summer



A canoe
glides to a bay silently
lake, dead calm
few clunks on beach
of rocks
sound withering only after
drifting on surface
shore to shore

I sit on a rock
little fire beside me
as a quilt, companion
we talk along, in silence

sun still shining
midnight, nightless night

Thoughts of the Day



Cloudy haze
a misty maze
like cotton candy

the days of my thoughts
wooly

dandelion's seedcase
in the will of the winds
my thoughts
sway by drifting
waver away

an anchor I'd need
would you have it for me?
days of my life
haze

cloudy maze
a rope to it to tie
the cotton to belt
gird the cloudy haze

anchor holds well but
rope suddenly slips
cotton candy, deprived of sweet
my thoughts, my days
slip away before they end
what's left
I now do own