I started writing poetry about four years ago. One sunny afternoon, I picked up a book of Jim Morrison's poetry that had been in by bookshelf for years. I'd read it before, but never really "got" it. That afternoon while reading some of Jim's poems, I suddenly felt like I understood him, his poems, and poetry in general. To me, poetry is a way of expressing deep emotions and thoughts that are difficult to express in the usual way.
A mist like none other came rambling in on the warm, jagged breakers of the Gulf giant rollers; great, undulating waves toppling all over one another This was no fog no, those were felt many times lingering on mountain passes in the valleys and caves No, this was something else altogether alive, thick and enveloping From the top floor of a white, stucco building trimmed in baby blue the view was like none other When the feeling hit with a suddenness it overwhelmed suffocated, almost Collapsing onto the bed, just as the telephone rang the sound muffled answering with, “I’m just so tired…” “I bet you are,” the caller responds knowingly, with a smile.
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One Final Hurt (21/07/2019)
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