Featuring Best: My Poetic Deeds

I Found a Day

by bfp

I found a house in me that fed

A thousand tiny insects lining head.

I bound a place in me I heed

But never wisdom is gotten from a seed.

A round corner with fullness of flowers,

I hoot because I laugh at a bee that cowers.

What a wonderful day I found, it hovers

Along the mighty river with waters, it covers.

Over the fields of stones, I run, never a cut

In my feet have distorted a view in my hut.

A sound reached at the wood-stone I sat

And found blazing eyes that formed a rat.

A string to juxtapose coring wrecks

In this day, above my feet, below these decks,

Century birds flew, made nests on teaks.

They’ll not suffer but laugh at simple tweaks.

I found a day to discover a new day.

In a fine morn, stingray hobbled with sunray.

The shore so simple, just walk on by,

Nocturnal primates lurk, moon so high.

I‘ll find a day until I find you,

Hide and seek until you find me.

I don't know but people say that expressing yourself in a poetry is a great relief of some inner pain. This one is inspired by things that depressed me. I believe that Poetry is an expression of what you want to do, what you want to feel, what you want to be, and especially want you want to harvest in your life. Sometimes, it is a complex feeling inspired by a contradicting emotion, and through poem expressing that complexity is a way of finding yourself somewhere in a point of time or a place.

People also say that best poets have poems written in worst drafts. Poets with 10 best poems can have 100 or more worst poems. But I don't care to draft my poem. All I care about is to express myself and this is the result. I admit I also drafted this one but only in one setting. The QUESTION is DO YOU DO POEM?

Please post your comment. thanks so much.