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I had a hard time choosing the right poem, you know? I was seeking one that would not reveal too much, nor be too vague. Had to have something in the middle; a balance.

With the written word I strip myself bare, admit things I would have never utterred out loud, even to myself. Some of my works can easily be deemed incomprehensible, however, they all serve a purpose: to make myself comprehend how my mind works. With the written word comes a bargain I couldn’t refuse.

The bigger portion of my poems orbits around forest imagery; around lakes, rivers, waterscapes; around the darkness, the stars and the moon; around mythical surroundings that breathe life into them. This are my ‘panic rooms’, so to speak. Let’s take all this one step further, then!


I TURNED TO GAZE UPON A GROVE

I turned to gaze upon a grove

Those quivering grasses

Tall to my thighs, palms of my hands;

Air claims the trees

As they sway in the liquid rhythm

The greens, the browns

Crouching between the grays



The grove in which I was born

The dryads have tended to

By force of habit, by rule of the forest;

Their giggles flew right to the bark

And crawled inside it, feeding, testing,

Gorging the treacherous tree-leeches,

Bankrupt gone the evil worm world


With sunrays detached from the sight

At times the core of the woods is gloomy

Its ghost-like demeanour

Stings the eyes

Of the newcomers who do not see the

Miniscule sun-symbols carved into the bark;

A lion’s share is what’s inside



I turned to gaze upon a grove,

Arrived to clean the branches

Render it unblurred and seemly

The perfect house to dwell in

The shift in space

And time occurred

And I – the fresh air – remain still

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It has become apparent to me over the course of years that one of the Things I Must Get Done Or Else I Will Never Forgive Myself is having my collection of poems published.

With the poetry not being in demand nowadays it may border on impossibility.

However, have you ever seen how thriving the poetry tag on Tumblr is? It’s not as much about quality but the quantity of people who are genuinely into poetry. And it will persevere, so long as people do not give up on their dreams. One can bump into true gems while browsing through Tumblr. Myself, I have had an account solely devoted to poetry over there, and it was extremely rewarding to find that people actually appreciated my input. It filled me with hope up to the brim. That was then when I decided upon giving it a try.

Inaction is not in order if you love doing something. I have a fair share of poems saved on my hard drive, all awaiting their glorious moment of seeing the light of day and they simply cannot be ignored. I won’t rely on literary magazines; most of the publishers won’t accept work from rookies, explaining that since there’s no demand they only stick to well-known poets. Which is bull.

I will self-publish. It’s the desire to share that ignites all the feelings within me, and share I will. If the Tumblr users were fond of my creations, there may, indubitably, be more readers who would do the same. Someone may smile or cry, or sigh, or wonder while reading a poem or two of mine, and that’s enough for me.

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