A Poem For This Pink October

I hope you find in poetry
A lighthouse hovering upon a tree
Some bucket full of fireflies
Flying all across many skies —
Of all colours & of all styles

May you imagine as you write
Knocking down all the sylphides of fright
Brandishing courageously your sword
Annihilating only through words
Finding inside you the river of worth

Might your mind escape far –
Away, inside of a speedy car
While you read an adventurous fiction
Filled of a superfluous action
And of everything else that your heart never bred

It’s dark everywhere, I know
And my mind feeds on a black crow
But that ray of hope that shines —
I’ve found only through these finds
That’s filled of poetries, books, of stories

Half of the world may-might be gone
But I — I still continue my escape
Freeing myself further & farther

Freeing myself further and farther.


What a beautiful month as that of the pink-October breast cancer awareness month — and why wouldn’t you be reading? Why wouldn’t you be writing? Why wouldn’t you be blogging? Why wouldn’t you be journaling in a private diary? Why wouldn’t you scribble down on a piece of paper everything that hurts, everything that gnaws your body, to then throw it away in the fire, or even to rip it into pieces, or even eat it as to spit it out. You can be everything you want through writing, you can seek out to everyone you want through writing, you can talk to yourself through writing therapies, which consist of relieving tension and emotion, establishing self-control and understanding the situation after words are transmitted on paper. You don’t need to be a skilled writer, only letting yourself express through any form and medium of writing can kind of relieve that burden you carry.

I love my sessions of free-writings, thing that I do in complete privacy, and where even though I often do it as to retrieve bits of ideas as to get the necessary inspiration to write, I have to say that I feel relieved in a certain way of a heavy weight on my heart. I don’t know the in-depth analysis about how this whole thing work, but it surely feels therapeutic. Thus my opinion and poem for the blog post of today.

Published by Eiravel

Hello everyone, and welcome to my personal blog. This is a self-taught adventure in creative writing, craft that I am passionate about; learning writing and all the stuff that concerns this industry while surfing on the waves of the internet, and I aspire to make a living through selling my own books and blogging, because why not. I live on the island of Mauritius with my husband, my two children, and my muse. I am an eclectic person, love the sublime and the strange; I am also interested in all types and forms of art that please my mind.

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