Poetry, that for me is the energy I feel throughout every day, my mind filled to the brink with rhyme and colourful tones that expressed they become in my every night and day.
Poetry to me is not only what I express or write upon yet be it a release, a centre to relay my imagination, dreams, reality and forgotten memories. Poetry was not something I grew up on, at school it was merely on show and talked upon in the factors and in a detailed structure, yet on a personal level and relation to myself it was an unknown but during my creative journey it was that calling to myself to explore into its heart and soul. Already I had become a writer in recipe columns and blogs yet I felt my writing was missing that critical link to be more expressive and heart-warming, it fell all in to place whereby I would not study poetry but go blind into its core.
The first poem I wrote was the wake up call to my writing, it was a way for myself to attach sentences better, improve my grammar and understand a lot more of what writing held and the endless arrays of word combinations. My poetry started small and in tiny chunks but I truly fell in love with its diversity and variety, it seemed to me that poetry was an essence of who I truly was in my heart, I had found a comforting arena to be myself and to see more of who I still could be. I began to write and write, there seemed to be no end to my love affair with this new spectrum that I had walked towards. I felt much in regards to my writing, at school it had always suffered the same fate and outcome, poorly grammatical expressions, words spelt in an incorrect manner, and the energy and flow of the write was itself in need of a total make over and remodeling.
Be it still today I try much to improve day by day, I am a creative in many aspects yet still I wish to improve and gain even more writing abilities. But for me it was always that walk into poetry that guided and aided my writing to brighter and more colourful days, a walk that still I am venturing towards, a walk that at times became a sprint but always that first footstep into poetry was the day my writing finally awoke from its sleepless manner. Times still ahead will there be more learning and improving, times to be tested and examined in the writing I cherish but always when I have that world of love, colour, imagination, desire, dreams and happiness in this wonderful world named poetry. No one can predict the future of what events come to light, or what actions occur, yet I always know that with poetry by my side guiding my writing any part of my life is that much more brighter and colourful, that much more dynamic and vibrant, that much more free and expressive and always that much more beautiful and serene. On this topic of poetry I therefore leave you with a poem for your reading, a poem that I wrote about poetry itself.
My poem…
We have often heard this expression before, the one that described itself in what we saw, what we knew, sometimes true, sometimes false, yet of course, it is an expression of an unknown, but in time it can be grown, and in full flight it thus does glide, always by the side, the expression be…”I am a poet, but I did not know it”, but now forever I do know of this, certain enough my life now does not miss, a way to express, a route to my newly formed happiness, in my words is that freedom, entered into a musical kingdom, the music be my tone, the syllables flowing from my home, in my experiences, my privileges, my past, my world so vast, my imagination, my evolution, my life story, all poems created by me, time has taught me well, my progression in writing is easy to tell, my book was once shut, locked away I was in my writing hut, no window with a view, no knowledge that seemed so true, a knock at the door, a key of freedom was what I saw, an opening way, I began to feel expressive on that very day, my writing that was contained and tied up, now there was my new writing cup, ideas after ideas, time for those newly felt cheers, those memories of where I had been, what I had seen, what I had felt, truly my life had dealt, me a new path, one with a scope of writing with no graph, no map, only did I need my pen and paper in my lap, my love in my heart, my freedom in writing was now my favourite piece of art, my 8th wonder of the world, time for me to write a story to be told, to be remembered, to be cherished, to be here forever, because I always remember, every poem I express, every poem I write gives to me my piece of happiness, my smile, my writing has drove on for mile after mile, with an endless fuel tank, with an endless creativity bank, a wealth of life is what I earn, so many new concepts do I learn, every time a rush of thoughts flow through, all adding a summer glow of the sky so blue, my mind is high above, my heart beats its love, my friends feel this aura, in my poems they sense my personality that much better, far away I may be, but when reading me, they know the life I lead, the want to inspire because to me greed, is of no value, simply look in my poetry and you see my life clue, of who this man is and who he wishes to become, forever do I hear that writing hum, the melody to write, that added textured musical sight, that will to keep going forward, but always remembering to look backward, at the past writings, the sentences of misunderstandings, to learn and grow, to write a new genre to be expressed on show, write and write I can, and forever in my life poetry will never have a ban, or be forbidden, because with poetry in my life then my world is forever open, the door unlocked, poetry is my addiction and I am hooked, and stop this addiction I shall not, because forever is it talent that I have got, from this wondrous world of rhyme, it didn’t take any time, or period of worry, to become an inspiration in poetry, be it a love that I always felt, be it always a new life waiting to be dealt, my path is growing stronger and stronger, to a land of a destiny that in my eyes is becoming clearer and clearer, to a centre of success, to a world of happiness, the engine of my determination, sprung out from my revolution, my new lyrical gear, speeding faster and faster to a destination so near, so close it has become, still I wish to inspire in my home, poetry forever is who I am and who I still can be, because with poetry in my life then you always see the best of me….
