My poetry is but an attempt to record feelings. All poems are written in one go. I do not tend to their aesthetic appeal, as that requires extra processing which detracts from my truth in the moment.
Vagrant (my poem + audio)
Tell me vagrant Did you find the magic grove? Do sorcerers cry?
Another moment of inspiration during my walks. It was windy: you can hear it in the audio.
Raw link: https://soundcloud.com/protesilaos/vagrant.
Enchantress (my poem + audio)
Enchant me Siren Guide my ship to your rocks N'kiss me as I drown
I thought about this while walking in the mountains (yeah, I don’t have a ship). I did the audio on the spot.
Sellsword (my poem + audio)
Dejected sellsword dying in some foreign land for a cause I hated
I thought about this while walking in the mountains. I did the audio on the spot.
Raw link: https://soundcloud.com/protesilaos/sellsword.
Travellers (my poem)
Begone traveller We wandered blithely Now I must awaken
Hopes (my poem)
Process those hopes To extract a drop of strength Time favours no one
Seafarer (my poem)
Avoid the sea It takes you away And so I did Yet far away I am
You don’t get to choose everything.
Shadows (my poem)
Shadowy figure The order in this darkness A blossoming face The elusive one Obscure yet mysterious A shadow in space This light shall guide me And I will thus approach you As you fade away To worry and fear That I may forever lose What I never had
Defy the comfort zones while you can.
Large dogs (my poem)
Beware of large dogs, for they are strong Beware of first looks, for they are wrong
Prejudice in the form of praise continues to be prejudice.
Constraints (my poem)
Distance mind renders bridgeable Proximity life makes improbable
Hope for the best.
Trains (my poem)
Trains come Trains go Rides taken Walk some Walk slow Years forsaken
Does the walker miss out? Can the walker not miss out qua walker?
Tokens (my poem)
Let me, stranger, capture your attention Help me, smartphone, depict my personality
Trying to show what is not apparent…
Freedom (my poem)
Live silently Nobody cares Reveal yourself None watches Speak freely No-one listens
The irony and futility of being ignored…
Colours (my poem)
Blue or green memento of a Summer gone Black or grey reminder of sweet delusion
Hopelessness of contrasting times…
Olives (my poem)
Today's olives taste unlike yesterday's Years thus pass Dear caring mind you varied the routine But I noticed
Stale routines are normalised…