We celebrated poetry day on Sunday, and here I’ve tried my best to describe poetically my feelings concerning poetry; writing about how these lines carry me, carry my feelings towards the want and need for more poems. Also, during lock-down, read and write poems to keep inspiration flowing.
My Ode To Poetry
A poem is a river, the sea, the largeness
In which I can swim with openness
It is a deck, a station, the purgatory -
The place where the words fly away freely,
It is a landscape where all beauty escape
While the reader’s heart race as it takes a shape.
A hidden pulsating world unfolds
While it’s cold to summer, and summer to cold;
A brisk life rooting out from the void
The strange deknotting of what’s coiled,
And while your treasure chest opens wide
Your vast lagoon becomes mine.
A poem is a deep cave filled of creatures
This dark place leading to light showers
Where the noises rhyme strangely
As unspeakable hearts chant merrily;
Its obscureness, its enlightment, its evasiveness
The poem, it strikes, the everness.
A whole city is born, fiercely
Out of a burning gut, proudly
And while my mind gets high on these words
My whole heart drinks of the world
Under a bed sheet of blooming flowers
There where I forever remain immerse.
The poem is a ship that sails me away
Amidst sea, land, and sky creatures
All spheres of living, within timeless features,
And when I arrive at Harbour on a beautiful day
I lay down belly full, and happily wait
For the next ship, dying to contemplate.
A poem is a river, the sea, the largeness
In which I can swim with openness.
-Eiravel-
3 responses to “My Ode To Poetry”
Lovely. ❤
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Thank you very much.
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Thank you.
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