Thought I’d share a bit of poetry with you. The ebook is free anyway:). I hope you have nothing vs. verses or feelings. Here is a poem from Versus Verses – Feel.
My devils are obstinate,
My devils are mean.
I think I have conquered,
But here they begin.
They sneak up within me,
They gnaw and annoy,
And the more they torture,
The more they enjoy.
‘Just stop, go away,’
I chase them and plead.
Won’t let them control me
Or let them take lead.
The battle goes on,
More bitter or less.
They’ll never give up,
I’ll stay relentless.
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Versus Verses -Feel
Never thought I would, but here it is – my first poetry book is available on Lulu.com as of today, with other retailers soon to follow. The ebook is free, whereas the paperback is also available (printing fees necessary).
So if you feel inclined to some poetic meditation, the highs and lows of my emotional and linguistic playfulness, here is the link.
It took a while, and still may, but I am beginning to format my poetry book. I thought it would be a short book. Turns out I’ve been colecting poetry for over a decade. Silly, really, but I know how much it helps when I write it. So – onwards and upwards, eh?
Meanwhile, here are some of my poetry blog posts, for the rare, yet much appreciated, poetry fans out there. https://anitashaven.wordpress.com/category/poetry/
Writing poetry is a sort of therapy in its own right, but when you are able to dedicate each poem to someone who matters to you in life, someone close, someone you admire, that makes it a unique gift to them.
It is difficult to review poetry, seeing as it is so personal to the poet and, in this case, the muses, and yet – I find poets to be truly brave for baring their souls and intimacy, and it is a shame not to leave a review. Formatting a poetry ebook is a tough task, especially when you write poetry without punctuation, but the author made breaks using asterisks, which helps.
As each poem is dedicated to a friend, one might think only they will find meaning, but you may all recognize similar people you know in all walks of life or sides of the world – people who inspire and uplift us, even when they are not at their best. You may just find yourself appreciating them more as you read through the lines. The poet’s style and rhythm are consistent, and the poems don’t lend themselves to rushing through. My favourite was When Sorrow Becomes Victory.
If you like poetry which is simple, though by no means simplistic; poetry that is unencumbered by complicated wording or robotic rhyme; poetry about people’s strengths and weaknesses, you may well enjoy reading and/or even gifting this book. Oh, a piece of advice – although poetry is intimate, you might try reading it out loud somewhere, be it in the privacy of your room or the boundless freedom of the woods. It adds dimension.
Close your eyes,
Still the beats,
Make believe that you have time.
Inhale the wind,
Let it fill your mind,
May every sensation feel sublime.
Do not rush life,
Sense its path,
Follow your soul where it may lead.
Love and give,
Create and rejoice,
Let autumn plant its serenity seed.
Pure love, with sugar and spice
This is a book which is so simple, and has moved me so much. It is no fiction, it is no lecture, it is no poetry. It is pure love. It has made me smile, cry, think and feel. It gives hope and awakens kindness in its almost child-like honesty.
Moments like these, reading this book, are so rare in this hustle and bustle we all crawl through every day. It focuses on what matters most – selfless love and family, despite and because of life’s turmoil and misunderstandings. The language just flows, soothing and relaxing.
I do believe I will go back to it from time to time. It is short and succint, and carries within it enough music and heart to lift me up. It it not just about mothers and daughters. It is about what matters in life – the small seeds we plant in each other’s lives.
#home on #WorldPoetryDay
A day’s work feels like five.
I am so tired, yet still alive.
Struggling to think,
My glasses aren’t pink,
Longing for distance, longing for peace.
Morning will seem fresh,
Then some old, some rehash,
Till evening the mill will work,
Kindness will seem like a perk,
Longing for joy, longing for release.
Just a normal day – such a pity.
Should be more than the nitty-gritty.
Maybe I am not looking right,
Might be I have issues with my sight,
Longing for peace, longing for release.
This is just me blowing off some tired steam and frustration. No literary value added tax, don’t worry;)