Poetry is my Diamond

Could you tell me please? 

Why am I addicted? :)

I can't stop doing it 

Nothing can tear me away 

It steals my soul 

To another world 

No earthly imagination 

Can ever percept 

No brilliant mind 

Can ever expect! 

And no one can ever know

What through it I always get!

I taste the pleasure of the art

I touch the softness of the feelings 

So beautiful, so deep 

So artistic, so unique

Don't you wonder? Don't you ask? 

What pushes me to do this task? 

Don't you see the zest of life that I own?

It keeps me awake till the next day's dawn!

I enjoy 

The vitality of a woman in her twenties 

The peace of a child who lives safe

And the wisdom of a man in his fourties

The freedom of a writer who is so brave!

My passion for it grows

My love for it flows 

I am doing it forever

Under any kind of weather 

It is my precious jewel 

Like a car... It is my fuel 

It is the air that I breathe 

Like the water for the trees 

It is the best fortune I have got 

I adore it a lot

It is indescribable! 

It is a miracle 

For which I will thank god forever 

Till my death 

And when I die 

I will miss it!!

I will miss the feeling it used to give

I will miss the art I used to live 

It takes me to a world inside me 

But still so far! 

Outside the frame of existence

But still beyond the frame of absence 

Between the gates of reality and the gates of dreams 

A world with no sounds to hear 

But silence does spread 

Just deepness and arts

Spreading on your bed!

A world with no bodies or shapes 

Just deep great feelings 

No scenes and no talks 

Just wounds with healings!

Express but don't talk 

Wander but don't walk 

Make a trading in you life 

Ideas hit your head but don't stroke 

If poetry is a flame 

Definitely I will burn 

If poetry is a skill

I will struggle to learn 

It is the greatest fortune 

A human can ever have 

It is a blessing

It is a diamond 

It is a friend 

That stands till the end!

Nardine 

27 september 2009