A Poets Thoughts #2

Hello fellow poets and readers of this blog!

As i have entered a very busy period of my life school-wise i will have to take a break from writing and posting poetry for a while, until everything settles down.

The break will probably last until June/July, as this is where i graduate, and will begin a year away from school, and exploring life as it is, finding myself, write more and stuff like that.

I apologize for my sudden break from this blog, but with all the homework and projects i have going at the moment, I just cannot get my head around posting at the moment.

I will see you in the summer, where i will return with more poems, and start up this blog anew. Thanks a lot for your feedback and kind comments on my work, i will not leave this blog, only have a break.

Thanks for your understanding!
Yours sincerely
M.Z

Poem #10 - "A turn of events"

QUESTION OF THE WEEK:

Changed the question to be question of the week, a new question every Sunday, which is on my three poems of the week!


What's your favorite poetry-blog?

I found this poem in my drawer a couple of weeks ago, and it looks like (based on my hand writing, damn it was terrible back then!) that it is about a couple of years old. 
Today is my 10th poem posted on this blog! So hurray for me or something like that! I plan on posting A LOT more in the future, so keep on reading, commenting and being the awesome people you guys are! You really keep up my writing, and inspire me to continue unfolding my inner poet!

"A turn of events" 

The time we laughed has discontinued.
I wont forget, when it all fell to pieces.
The river raged on for years, but the
waterfall of  kept it from running away
deep into the forest.
Cold and lonely the cliff stands alone
forgotten, hidden, buried.

The naked rock is hidden by layers of
hate and despair
School and education stands in our way
for our spiritual shamanistic dance.
We must feed the machine
keep it running on the tracks of the
deep, blue, cold and unforgiving ocean.

The time laughed has discontinued
I wont forget.

Poem #9 - "Freshly made coffee"

QUESTION OF THE WEEK:

Changed the question to be question of the week, a new question every Sunday, which is on my three poems of the week!


What's your favorite poetry-blog?

This piece was written today for the weekly prompt over at http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/, go check that site out!

Enjoy my poem!

"Freshly made coffee" 

Sitting softly on you cushion
porcelain silence, teak-wood look.
You dust off old yearbooks
high-school sweetheart, engagement ring
The birds have flown away now
and you listen to the sound of 
their birth slowing down
moment by moment

Dreams from the black and white suburban
childhood have gone away
meaningful work is done
laundry, dishes and loving your husband
check, check, check
nourishing thoughts I have from you

Warm ovens and the scent of freshly made coffee

You raised me
I raised you
And forever my navel will remind me
of Hungarian summer days
Swedish winter nights
Danish words and caring smiles.

Poem #8 - "Dark polar nights"

QUESTION OF THE WEEK:

Changed the question to be question of the week, a new question every Sunday, which is on my three poems of the week!


What's your favorite poetry-blog?

This is a piece I wrote this winter, as I had gotten sick and tired of the long nights, and short days us Danish get during the winter, and then I wanted to do a take on how it would be living further up north, where it is night half year at a time, and day another half year. This is also a take on depression at the same time, where as night is all the bad and negative feelings, and day is joy and the happy feelings. Excuses for any facts I've gotten wrong, as I haven't done any proper research while I wrote this, I just let my feelings run out in a stream of words. Enjoy!

"Dark polar nights" 

Light brings me realization and hope

making me see thing clearer

in different perspectives

Hoping that the night would never come to me

but the ocean eat the sun for an autumn snack 

as I watch everything fall apart

Hoping that the stars and the moon will

give me temporarily light to see things

that matter,

instead of focusing on dwelling predators

stuck in dark bushes.

I wait for the sun to kiss my bare forehead again

to witness the morning dew die 

in it's almighty glow

I wait here patiently.

Hoping not to get caught up

in the

Dark polar nights.