Painting images with words

Now to my poems.
I like the way form restricts me, and I like the way poetry demands to be economic. I like that I have to be very sure of which words I'll use. Poetry is harder to write for me, but much more fulfilling somehow. And it's harder to share, to be honest. Most of my poems are unfinished work. I like to go back and change things. While I picked poems for this compilation, I had to resist and re-write some of them. Especially "Yellow".

But here they are: unfinished, raw.

From: Home

Home is a compilation I wrote during summer. Some poems are older ones that I re-wrote during that time.

( Summer Portfolio Part One )

From: Scottish Summer

Allof the poems from this compilation were written in Glasgow or Edinburgh.

( Summer Portfolio Part Two )

The next one was discussed in my poetry workshop. I like it, but it's still work in progress somehow. I'm not satisfied with the last line of the second stanza. But here it is, flawed and all, because vegetariansushi asked very nicely and I couldn't say no.

( Yellow )

"Yellow" was the result of a creative writing assignment. The task was to write an hommage. Extra cookies to anyone who know who the person is I'm refering to. Easy peasy. I couldn't possibly be much clearer than that. :)

Painting images with words

Now to my poems.
I like the way form restricts me, and I like the way poetry demands to be economic. I like that I have to be very sure of which words I'll use. Poetry is harder to write for me, but much more fulfilling somehow. And it's harder to share, to be honest. Most of my poems are unfinished work. I like to go back and change things. While I picked poems for this compilation, I had to resist and re-write some of them. Especially "Yellow".

But here they are: unfinished, raw.

From: Home

Home is a compilation I wrote during summer. Some poems are older ones that I re-wrote during that time.

( Summer Portfolio Part One )

From: Scottish Summer

Allof the poems from this compilation were written in Glasgow or Edinburgh.

( Summer Portfolio Part Two )

The next one was discussed in my poetry workshop. I like it, but it's still work in progress somehow. I'm not satisfied with the last line of the second stanza. But here it is, flawed and all, because vegetariansushi asked very nicely and I couldn't say no.

( Yellow )

"Yellow" was the result of a creative writing assignment. The task was to write an hommage. Extra cookies to anyone who know who the person is I'm refering to. Easy peasy. I couldn't possibly be much clearer than that. :)

The pen my only hope

I must confess I feel giddy talking about my poetry. It makes me feel all gooey and nice and cosy and I get incoherent and write entries like this one without punctuation.

Poems about to follow in the next one. Just had to get this off my chest.

The pen my only hope

I must confess I feel giddy talking about my poetry. It makes me feel all gooey and nice and cosy and I get incoherent and write entries like this one without punctuation.

Poems about to follow in the next one. Just had to get this off my chest.

Is there a darker side to what I love?

More poems. Some older ones, some poems I'd like to re-write but won't anytime soon, and some poems that are finished.

vegetariansushi: You are too kind to me. Really. I appreciate this very much. Thanks.

And how much do I *heart* to use lines from my works as subject lines? Teeheehee.

The first one is a sestina, an old French form, which is divided into 6 sestets and one triplet. The end words of each line are repeated according to a certain pattern. The triplet has to include all of the end words. I liked working with such a restrictive form.

( Bat Sestina )

Without too much introduction, here are older poems of mine. More tell than show, I'm afraid.

( Finding your way )

More poems of my Summer Portfolio, taken from Home.

( Glimpses of Summer )

One more from the Scottish compilation. I thought I had posted all of them.

( Fox )

The next one was written on the train from Stanstead to London City. It's still lacking something, but I'm adding it anyhow.

( Approaching Dusk )

The portfolio I wrote for my writting class contained a third part which I called oddities. Here are some of them. They're mostly short stories or "cameos" as Ian likes to call them.

The first one started out as an Elijah/ Dom, but I liked it so much that I merely changed the name and tiny bits. It now stands on it's own, while the Elijah version still demands a sequel. We'll see.

( Desert )

My attempt at being cryptic. *laughs* This is what you get when I roll all seven sins into one story.

( 7 DS )

Another sad one. You can tell which stories I wrote on the same day.

( The Widower )

The last one is simply called Bedtime Story. It's the kind of story I used to make up when I was a kid.

( Bedtime Story )

That's it. Phew.

Is there a darker side to what I love?

More poems. Some older ones, some poems I'd like to re-write but won't anytime soon, and some poems that are finished.

vegetariansushi: You are too kind to me. Really. I appreciate this very much. Thanks.

And how much do I *heart* to use lines from my works as subject lines? Teeheehee.

The first one is a sestina, an old French form, which is divided into 6 sestets and one triplet. The end words of each line are repeated according to a certain pattern. The triplet has to include all of the end words. I liked working with such a restrictive form.

( Bat Sestina )

Without too much introduction, here are older poems of mine. More tell than show, I'm afraid.

( Finding your way )

More poems of my Summer Portfolio, taken from Home.

( Glimpses of Summer )

One more from the Scottish compilation. I thought I had posted all of them.

( Fox )

The next one was written on the train from Stanstead to London City. It's still lacking something, but I'm adding it anyhow.

( Approaching Dusk )

The portfolio I wrote for my writting class contained a third part which I called oddities. Here are some of them. They're mostly short stories or "cameos" as Ian likes to call them.

The first one started out as an Elijah/ Dom, but I liked it so much that I merely changed the name and tiny bits. It now stands on it's own, while the Elijah version still demands a sequel. We'll see.

( Desert )

My attempt at being cryptic. *laughs* This is what you get when I roll all seven sins into one story.

( 7 DS )

Another sad one. You can tell which stories I wrote on the same day.

( The Widower )

The last one is simply called Bedtime Story. It's the kind of story I used to make up when I was a kid.

( Bedtime Story )

That's it. Phew.