Wet tarmac eats light abundantly, excessively
like an overtly hungry baby
suckles on a breast
with absolute concentration
eyes shut to ignore else
reaching the vigor to bend
light to succumb
and cease
in existence
how many miles of light drawn?
how many zillion beams and rays
wasted?
thrown to oblivion
....and then
eyes wide of daze watch in gaze
is a dive into a cloud from a window seat
of an airplane, woolly
a feather in forgetful wind
like a gentle whisper
through nightmare:
"you are safe now"
in my floating haven
marshmallow chips
parachuting in slow motion of
tranquility
from first ever glance to this
very day
year after years
no difference to words I say
you are, at last
here
and welcomed
magic of the day
as charming as ever
again forever
arrival of royalty
with delicate dignity
gradually gliding light to
be applauded with marvel
falling feathery from the sky
like angel's arms open
snowflake in your eyelash
lights your gaze to white up
my life bright
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