Poetic Letters #004
More poetry, more photography, more art and a special preview of a digital visual poetry concept
Welcome back!
Oh dear, I think this one might be filled with romanticism… be careful. It’s probably just cheesy enough! 🧀
What you’ll find in this letter
Photography sneak peek
Poems selection with a special note
Song pick
What I’m reading
[SUBSCRIBERS-ONLY] A private letter to subscribers
[SUBSCRIBERS-ONLY] Preview of an unedited poem
[SUBSCRIBERS-ONLY] A SUPER MEGA FRESH preview of a visual poetry concept
Photography
Poetry!
Here your regular dose of poetry by me! Hope you enjoy it. Maybe share it with your loved ones.
~ Linen ~
The smell of your soul After you left to make coffee
~ Silence ~
Our eyes could not see Our hands could not touch We were hugging with words But stuck miles apart Our mouths then went quiet And it felt like we fell Naked and lonely As if heaven was now hell In that moment we stopped And saw what we’d missed Love is silence And in that silence We kissed
What is this poem about?
You know when you are in a long distance relationship… Or when you don’t see each other for a few weeks, or maybe months… Or when you simply are a few blocks away but living during a worldwide pandemic lockdown time and you can’t see each other anymore? (Yes this was 2020)
And you remember how was it before the long-distance? Spending hours in the bed talking without end and when there’s nothing more to talk about you just enjoy the silence without speaking.
Feels good right?
But now, being afar, calls replace talks, can you hear me?
replaces can you hug me? and when there’s nothing more to talk about…
[awkward silence on the phone]
Have you had that before? Somehow conversations become small talks, what did you eat, what are you doing this morning… Calls become cold…
But the silence is the same as before. Well, before you could have kissed. Now maybe you have this poem.
An ode to silence.
Maybe go read the poem again.
~ Kinda cute ~
And I’ll remember that kiss For the rest of my life When we were in the bed When we didn’t realise What it was Until I said - That was kinda cute You asked - What? As if you didn’t know I said - That we went for the kiss Right at the same time You already knew the answer And you replied with a smile The most simple kiss Yet the most perfect I’ve known A perfect synchronicity Made our lips meet Right between Our love
~ High ~
Come fly with me Like Sinatra said Getting high Getting free Watching stars in the bed Swim in my eyes Believe in my creed The world is outside But we’re all that we need
Song pick
Here’s another gem that is great for writing or creative flow.
I wrote a lot of poetry listening to this song, but it’s also great for other activities, hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
What I’m reading
Actually just finished, probably long overdue, a classic.
Siddhartha: An Indian Poem is a 1922 novel by Hermann Hesse that deals with the spiritual journey of self-discovery of a man named Siddhartha (Wikipedia because I’m no book critic).
Now there are a lot of “spiritual” books, I read a bunch. This one isn’t far off from any of the other ones, but the one thing I liked Siddhartha stresses about, after having refused teachings from the Buddha himself, is one idea that has been dear to me too:
There are no teachings or teachers, no rules or methods, no words or images, that can tell you who you are and what to do.
Living it, living your own self, is the only way.
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