I have always found it easiest to express myself poetically. From the time I could write, I was writing some sort-of-my-own version of poetry. In over a dozen journals, I’ve kept record of my life experiences and, most of them are strewn with short-hand. The pages acting as a canvas to my inner poet. My words have always spoken to me in great detail and depth, long after I write them on paper- They have been my compass and road map, since- forever. Throughout the course of 2011, living in Asia, I wrote over 100 poems. And now, I see it as a true privilege to start sharing them with other eyes, hearts and open-minds…
A note to “the poets”,
my verses may go askew,
like my thoughts-at times.
forgive me, for –
meter disrupted,
punctuation constructed.
I take liberty in long-winded stanzas
and
write to expel, not to sell.
My vocabulary coerced,
by infinite depths.
And, if those depths speak to me,
and me alone,
so be it.
I surrender,
The Soliloquies of a Gypsy Heart.
CHECK OUT RELATED POSTS AND POETRY by BOHEMIAN BLISS:
Honoring Divinity, May 6, 2012
love is all we need., March 20, 2012
Recognize your Temple., September 13, 2011
