This is a poem that I wrote about how much time I've spent alone over the past several years and the conversations that I have with myself in my head on a daily basis, both bad and good.
Tag: creative writing
A Flame in the Dark
This is a poem that I wrote a few nights ago using the analogy of a burning flame in the darkness.
Bird Not Followed
This is a poem that I wrote recently about how some things fly away out of our control. It was written entirely to and inspired by a piece of music by an artist I recently discovered, "Petti Fryi Petti" by Eivor. I was walking to the store and wrote this on the sidewalk, as the music was literally pulling the words out of me. It also helps that I don't understand the language it is sung in, but I have since learned that there is a version in English called "Piece by Piece".
Only Yesterday
This is a poem that I wrote last night after the title phrase came to me, inspiring the rest of it. It is just about how quickly life happens and how everything feels like it was just a day ago, all of the events that have led me to where I am today.
Aske til Fjer
This is a poem that I wrote about how sometimes thoughts, memories, and emotions can suddenly pile up and yet pass with the simple closing of the eyes.
Mortal Stranger
This is a poem that I wrote this morning about how some memories were, while other memories are, and about how some goodbyes may never come.
Hold My Breath
This is a poem that I wrote about how I often escape to the fantasies that I read and write about for a break from reality, and how I wish I could just hold my breath forever when I breathe in the wonder of those worlds.
A Chaplet of Flowers
I finally published my new book of poetry, A Chaplet of Flowers. This is a collection of all of the poetry I wrote throughout the course of 2019 and the very beginning of 2020.
Answer the Call
This is a poem that I wrote recently as a response to my previously written poem, "Dead in the UK". I wrote that one months before knowing I'd be taking a trip to the UK so soon, and I write this one as a response after having gone to the UK and seeing the exact cliffs I had always felt a calling to go to.
Watchers of the Forest
This is a poem that I wrote several weeks ago about trees after spending a day hiking in the woods. I have always felt like trees are watching me, judging me almost, as I walk and talk by myself in their forest.
