Art is often unappreciated till the artist is long dead. By then a new generation who reads and hears or looks and sees values the beauty others missed. Artists paint and poets write their understanding of truth in hopes that it will resonate with another soul. Words bring light in a dark night of […]
A great chef doesn’t get better at cooking without eating what other chefs make too!
via Poetry Writing Advice to Live By — Al Edwards Literature Talk
Question asked provoked reflection How genuine thy affection? Good natured heart, misfortune brings Mistrust intentions, efforts sings. Serlina Rose 🇩🇲2020 © Serlina Rose 🇩🇲 IG: @GoalChaser767
Endlessly running through an icy snow storm, trying to find a warm shelter, endlessly sacrificing the luxuries, in order to live, no food, no water and no hope, crying a river frozen mid air, not enough time for each footstep, when they come taunting you, chasing you, you’re too slow, time to go, because you […]
A rough draft held in the air, flame tethered to the flame, ashes to the water, crystalising spaces, you look into the empty hearts of anger and shame, daring to venture beyond your home, a rock under ivy, logs under worms, you look between the hearts of fear and blame, dancing around the lakes of […]
A self portrait I made in 2014 as I was beginning to inhabit and hide within the four walls of my first ever hostel room, afraid of the world outside, afraid of stepping into the blinding and binding lights. It was daunting at first to be alone with one’s thoughts having come from a busy […]
I wrote Closed World many years ago as a result of playing around with ideas about found texts and revisiting the poetry of R.S. Thomas whose language had haunted me since my own O’ level years when ‘the black kettle’s whine’ in Evans‘ solitary hill farm brought the bleak sound of isolation into our classroom. […]
As I continue along on this journey of Throwback Thursday Poetry Edition, I cannot believe how horrible I was to my own writing. I have notes, stickies, comments, and scrawled messages about how much I hate the piece and that I’ll be back to fix it. While the work is clearly not the greatest, it’s […]
Like many people, I wrote poetry when I was a teenager; pages and pages of torment and angst! Then I grew up and stopped writing poems. I’m not sure why. Maybe I ran out of angst 🙂 But recently, little poems have been coming to me. I say ‘poems’; they’re more like mini affirmations really. […]
via Poetry and The Great Unknown — You Can’t Hide the Spark!
Buried beneath damp mud, clawing for the air I cannot see, tasting the air I cannot taste, playing God among a barrage of insects, I found my way out of the tunnel alone, and now you’re back for more, surrounded by sea and grass, how much longer can I last, smelling the freedom I cannot […]
