A poem begins with a lump in the throat.
—Robert Frost
(Source: words-in-lines, via redwine-lips)
New age fun with a vintage feel
The purpose of this blog is keeping track of my diversive thoughts and feelings, which mostly vary from romanticism, impressionism to existentialism and expressionism.
For that matter, most of the posts I publish are of my own writing, unless it is stated otherwise. All of the stories, poems, quotes and contemplations I have written myself are tagged under "My writing".
Enjoy :)
Posts tagged poem:
coming of age
What scares me
the most
is that
in my
identity formative
years
I seemed
to have
decreased
from
contemplating
Kafka
and Tolstoy
to
being
intrugued
by guitar riffs
and
“Ooh,
look
a cat
gif!”
photo:http://whrt.it/10L0ecl
we do our best
is anybody
ever really
interested
in what
they do,
or is
it just
the necessary
bullshit
we all
keep up with
to proclaim
ourselves alive
before
throwing
ourselves
in front of
the computer
monitor,
opening a bag
of chips
to watch our
favourite show
while waiting
for the
charade
to end?
LJUBLJANA
(slov.)
Kako lepa je ljubljana maja,
ko zelenje še tako skromne narave
popolnoma zaobjame sivino mesta,
ko se ti sonce tudi če ne sije
popolnoma predaja.
Kako lepa je Ljubljana oktobra,
ko je mesto obdano s plameni
boemsko obarvanih listov,
ki z večerom prehajajo v sij
mestnih luči.
A najlepša je Ljubljana takrat,
ko jo zadnjič gledaš z očmi,
ki vedo, da jo zapuščaš.
LJUBLJANA
(eng.)
How beautiful Ljubljana is in May,
when the greenery of its modest nature
fully embraces the city greyness,
and the sun is completely devout
even when it stays hidden.
How beautiful Ljubljana is in October,
when the city is surrounded with flames
of bohemian coloured leaves transforming
into the evening glow of city lights.
And yet the most beautiful Ljubljana is,
when looking at it with eyes
that know you are saying goodbye.
photo: overdosage
Another great review by Dead Beats!
Another of my poems - “Nature You Can Be So Weird Sometimes” was published yesterday by the Dead Beats Literary Blog. This was their comment on my work:
“Leilani Štajer’s poem de-emphasises ego-centric forms thinking, overtly academic interpretations of art and affectation. She favours the simplicity and perfection of nature which seems to be disengaged from these aforementioned performances. The poem begins and ends with the rhetorical question, the first of which reminded me of a quote by Emmanuel Lévinas: “Faith is not a question of the existence or non-existence of God. It is believing that love without reward is valuable.” Though the subjects are different, the idea that love/or nature can be infinitely rewarding things without feeding the ego is one that is powerfully expressed in Leilaini’s poem.” (deadbeats.eu)
The Beats are dead; Long live Dead Beats!
AFTER THE CLOUDBURST
The strongest of feelings
the simplest of words can describe
the greatest of beauties
the lightest of brush strokes can comprise .
But no matter what outstanding visions
our souls care to see, the carefree mind
and devotion to life slips through our hands
and melts with the stars of a far away sea.
Infinite sadness seems to prevail,
stripping the laughter from our lips,
what earth do we live in if excitement
so effortlessly can displaced be by grief?
Renoir’s soft sensuality replaced by
Van Gogh’s longing concision and grace
Debussy’s bright impressions
now covered by Satie’s isolative pace.
Their purpose all meant was to teach,
but who in this time is willing to approach their reach?
Only who closes the door to senseless impositions
the masterpieces grant a wholesome redefinition .
1. Matisse in his apartment in Nice, late 1910s.
2. Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Femmes dans un jardin
3. Pierre-Auguste Renoir - Railway Bridge at Chatou
In order to write a good poem, one must always wear the proper dress. :)
HER BURNING HEART
For D.K.
Her heart
would burn so hard
she could not see
through the flames,
they were always
in her way
when she needed
to cool down
and whenever she tried
to do that
the wind would blow
and ignite them
back to life.
I know
that people are
attracted to danger,
but you mustn’t
care too much
about them,
my dear,
for the very moment
the show is over
the audience will leave.
So do not let
the world tell you
who you should be,
be the one who shows
the world
“well, this is me”
I guess
it’s too late
for that now,
but there is
no such thing
as not enough time
so go on your way,
on the one you chose,
because sooner or later
we’ll be together again
lying in a field of flowers
bereft of all thorns.
THE GARDEN BEHIND
How simple life is
when with just a cup
of coffe or tea, a pen
and paper I can be anyone
and anywhere (with whomever)
I want to be.
And I find myself there
quite a lot, and my mind
writes those endless stories
that most of our hearts forgot,
but mine has not.
And I shall do
all that I can to preserve
in me that gift so rare,
for the only limit you’ll
ever find is the fence
built up inside your mind,
and I was always the type
who desperately needed to see
what the other side awaited
for me.
Photo: Flickr / ravnish
AND YOU ARE MY ROCK
There comes a time in your life
when people you’d never expect coming come
and people you’d never expect leaving do,
either way the time for it is never right.
But it does not matter really when it happens,
because it’s the time in between that does.
Some bring with them great distress
- as if the aim of what they say
and what they do is to destroy your balance
completely.
But there are some who bring joy with their presence,
not in how they look or what they do,
but in what they are. (and that someone is you)
It’s like they’ve been sent from above
to lift you up the couds and show you life
from a new perspective.
But our lives are not rocks, they are rivers
and no matter how hard we try to bend it,
the current always leads its way.
We can never understand why, but that’s
probably just why.
Some people bring pleasure when they come,
some people bring pleasure when they leave
and you always bring great pleasure to my heart
in every thought, in every touch, in every taste
of your memory.
And for that I thank you for being in my life
at the right time in the right place
when I most needed it. So do not worry,
my dear - as long as I know
that you know this - I’ll be alright.
(Photo by brianwferry)
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