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A recent trip to Paris and major changes in my relationships made me write again, I've noticed that before; when I am most happiest and things are going well I don't write a lot, but when I feel sad and/or anxious, the words start to fill my head...

Oh and a short introduction: I'm Liisa, 33 years old, a Finnish theater-, literature-, music- and movie-enthusiastic, nice to meet you all.

Poem #1

I stand on stage, alone
Even the guys of lights and sound are gone
The winds attack me from all directions

The Flying Dutch roams on every ocean
Never finding a peaceful harbour

Please come back, please!
There's no life after death,
Seems like no life before death either,
Just glimpses of it, like fast and colourful TV-ads

Poem #2

The Backseat Madonna

Play lady, play,
the clouds ain't cream
and death is not a dream.
Play lady, play.

Dim light from the car radio,
a girl sits on a backseat
without a smile, without any expressions

How could I tell you
That all the clocks have sold their times?



Almost a haiku, poem number 3

I was walking on a street yesterday
A car passed me by
I thought I saw someone waving at me
But it was just a happy dog's tail

Liisa wrote:A recent trip to Paris and major changes in my relationships made me write again, I've noticed that before; when I am most happiest and things are going well I don't write a lot, but when I feel sad and/or anxious, the words start to fill my head...

Oh and a short introduction: I'm Liisa, 33 years old, a Finnish theater-, literature-, music- and movie-enthusiastic, nice to meet you all.

Poem #1

I stand on stage, alone
Even the guys of lights and sound are gone
The winds attack me from all directions

The Flying Dutch roams on every ocean
Never finding a peaceful harbour

Please come back, please!
There's no life after death,
Seems like no life before death either,
Just glimpses of it, like fast and colourful TV-ads

Poem #2

The Backseat Madonna

Play lady, play,
the clouds ain't cream
and death is not a dream.
Play lady, play.

Dim light from the car radio,
a girl sits on a backseat
without a smile, without any expressions

How could I tell you
That all the clocks have sold their times?



Almost a haiku, poem number 3

I was walking on a street yesterday
A car passed me by
I thought I saw someone waving at me
But it was just a happy dog's tail

thanks Liisa. I wish you lots of future unhappiness.

Thank's Liisa for sharing your poems with us.I wish you alot of happiness.
Then sit down and write.And don't forget to share with us.

neighbour of the north

There's a theme of urgency, on living life while you have it and appreciating every detail, that moves through your poems here, Liisa. I like them a lot. The second one reminds me of a Salvador Dali painting. Perhaps, the clocks... but the idea of clocks having sold their time. The poem... period... just an other-worldly sense about it. Very interesting images. Would make a great, non-Salvador Dali painting .

Of course, I too wish you much happiness. Michael's wish is merely a selfish one for more interesting poetry from you .

~ Lizzy

Thank you all for your kind comments! I'll definitely post some more later. In the meanwhile, if interested, you can see my other thoughts and writings at kultasuu.blogspot.com

Liisa

I rarely write when I am unhappy. I did for awhile but the mind is such a power house that I tended to wallow in " head-up-my-arse-eosus ".
I love the image/mistake of the happy dog waving at you. Very Zen!
Ha! a kaon for sure.
What a fantastic moment! What a fantastic line!
I am still smiling as I place myself in your shoes!
Liisa, that is Poetry!!!

I feel like Zorba, I want to laugh and jump and dance!