Poetry. It has been occupying a lot of my mind lately. I wanted to build a page just for my poems, which I finally did (breathholdingspells.wordpress.com) because maybe getting published is actually a dream somewhere buried in my heart. But some dreams are beautiful as it is.
This time it's more, I've realised the words really float in our subconscious mind waiting for a trigger either audio or visual or even sensory and then the notes begin. Like a song where the music still plays when the lyrics aren't being sung.
This time it's about originality, anything and everything I think I write, I design, I draw and I take pictures of every subtle thing for it was bold enough to catch my attention. Like a fallen flower after its full bloom looks so serene. Like the smooth crispy pencil sharpenings still twisted into a perfect flower. Like an old peacock feather once kept in my diary now torn and out of shape yet only its memories afresh. Like a newly grown interest in calligraphy which makes it harder to separate from writing now.
It is just a wordplay and I take pride in it. In the world where people play with each other's emotions, feelings, I chose to play with the words. I might pick them from mid-sentences, I may even leave them incomplete but I will let you perceive its meaning in your own satisfying way.
Some may have an advanced language touch, some may be a part of your daily conversations and some may sound just like usual words. Just remember they are powerful, if not to you but to someone. Ohh not necessarily me, for there are people hungry enough, craving for love, that they might just need them.
So let's see how far it takes thee cause the love for poetry shall never die in me.
Happy reading folks!
©Auldrin❤
