There’s more beyond
these four walls
that keep me in
I’m already suffering
so I start to unlock
the chains
which bind my legs
force these hands
to play along
with this show
inside a box
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Tag: Poetry
I Miss The Old You | A Poem
You made me
smile, laugh
now I wonder why
we’re different
not the same
changed
you threw away
what we had
I miss the old you
and my own self too
Make It Out Alive | A Poem
build
habits
work
routine
sacrifice
live
decide
understand
plan
expect
ask
compromise
end
alive
Drowning In Wheat By John Kinsella | A Book Review
Title: Drowning In Wheat
Author: John Kinsella
Genre: Poetry
About the book: It’s a collection of selected poems. I received a copy from Publishers Group Canada.
First impressions: Even early on, I was amazed at all the techniques used by the poet. Kinsella explores environmental issues related to land and animals. That being said, he often addresses specific issues that apply to his home country, Australia. I probably should’ve looked up the references I didn’t understand. Also, the book is longer than I expected at about 400 pages.
Quote:
“you associate with those
you love most”
Writing: Some words and phrases seem like Aussie slang. I’d have an even greater appreciation for his work if I knew more about the issues Kinsella writes about. His poems touch upon important topics though. The collection opened my eyes to many ecological concerns.
Final thoughts: I loved a couple poems at the end. The book feels quite unified without being too repetitive. Overall, I liked both the form and content.
I’d recommend Drowning In Wheat to those interested in ecopoetry. Perhaps Kinsella’s work isn’t the most accessible or the easiest for beginners, but it provides a fun challenge nonetheless.
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Shining Light | A Poem
I know your name
your claim to fame
can you hear what I say
I still remember that day
hold your past in my heart
whenever I start to fall apart
because every time you failed
you set out and scaled
worked day and night
you’re a shining light.
Unanswered Questions | A Poem
I wonder if you remember
My unanswered questions
Did you forget
Your side of the pact
Can you recall
Our vows
If they mattered then
Why you said them
Was your face just a facade
Got high on the chase
I don’t know what we were
Or where you are now
But I made peace with our past
It hurts to know
Yet I wouldn’t change a thing
Broken Mask | A Poem
I’m sick and tired
of feeling inferior.
You got better
at reading faces.
But so did I
at hiding feelings,
keeping emotions inside.
Wore a mask every night
It broke sometimes.
I’d piece it back together
Before the sun rose in the sky.
Forced a smile
That never reached my eyes.
I don’t blame you for being fooled
Because—at times—I was too.
Missed Chances | A Poem
Missed chances
could’ve taken
didn’t
never thought
had a shot
won’t know what it’s like
to talk about life
share a part of mine
with a stranger
who might’ve understood
why I’d rather be alone
than in bad company
I see you in my dreams
hold on to memories
during the darkest nights
days I say I’m fine
who did I fool?
not you
Go After | A Poem
Go after your goals
like it’s the last thing
you’ll ever do
reaching the peak
you’ll see other mountains
climb them too
you have years ahead
don’t worry about them
you’ll feel just fine
honed your senses over time
have what it takes
remember the days they asked
why you bother
don’t give up
until they wonder how
you pulled your vision off
when you recall
early mornings
and late nights
with a smile on your face.
Nothing’s Changed | A Poem
Heart flutters
Faster
Hands tremble
Shaking
Beads of sweat
Wipe away
Compose face
Keep it straight
Made up
Hair
Lips
Cheeks
Fine
All right
Feel
It’s okay to
Heart beats
Head hurts
Clear
One step
Another
One moment
After
Arrive before departing
Return to the familiar
City streets give way
Suburbia
Still the same
Nothing’s changed
The mind absorbs
Place hand on the door
