Poetry

Poetry (from the Greek “ποίησις“, poiesis, a “making” or “creating”) is a form of art in which language is used for its aesthetic and evocative qualities in addition to, or in lieu of, its ostensible meaning. Poetry may be written independently, as discrete poems, or may occur in conjunction with other arts, as in poetic drama, hymns or lyrics. Here are some of my favorites, most are mine and some are borrowed:

Quiet by John Wielgley 

Sometimes,
I’m very quiet —Like the breeze at midday,
the stillness of a pond
waiting for the rains,
frogs, patient to begin
their croaking at night,
the sound of sleepy children,
the twilight dimming,
a thoughtful moon behind grey clouds,
an amber sunset,
the calling of ocean waves,
fond memories of childhood,
a kitten, resting at night,
the whisper of a flame,
the moment of a symphony’s last note…
the silence.

If these things can be,
it explains why…

Desire by Nell

My desires of romance has gone,

Blown by the wind to never ever,

Now that he’s beside me,

I feel no desire nor lustful thinking,

Not even a hint of love or affection, 

I look at him painstakingly,

There’s nothing in him, that I want.

Not Myself  by Nell

The city look so nice from here
Pity I can’t see it clearly,
While you’re inside my head,
The  beauty of it disappears.

It’s not right, this not me.

 All Along by Nell

Love has taken away my practices,

And filled me with poetry,

I tried to keep quietly repeating,

But couldn’t, for I have no strength.

I saw you once and felt redeemed.

Redemption, more beautiful than existence.

And when finally I have you,

Realization came to memory,

That all this time,

I’ve been searching blindly,

We’re in each other all along…

Overnight by Nell

With a whores hope and a gentleman’s dignity,

I counted on an inexistent, an imaginary time.

I don’t complain and I don’t regret it,

It took some money, a pinch of craziness and lots of affection.

Maybe love, although luckily — isn’t what it use to be.