Death of a Karaganda January

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The world swims into focus
And I pick the burden back up,
Smile and wave.
Through my special glasses, some days,
Is the only way I can bear it.

Drudgery has eaten a hole
Deep inside my soul.
I am become a number
In a sea of numbers,
Slave to a vampire
Working night and day
At the robot factory.

Feelings come out one by one
Striking my brain like pinecones.
I feel time tick slowly by
The future is but an illusion
The present, like a melting wisp of smoke
Is the one brilliant chance.

You remind me of this
With the blood you draw from my heart
One sharp needle-prick at a time
You wad the storm-clouds in my sky
Up like silken curtains
And turn up the sun.

First I shun the light and try to hide
But soon I succumb to the healing beams.
I am in pain but I must feel it to grow.
I’m still alive, I’m still here,
I’m still in love with you.

 

more by Lëaf Ednïwinga

photograph by Siyan Ren

 

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Lëaf Ednïwinga

Artist, dreamer, coffee addict, vagabond traveler and world's most creative adrenaline junkie. I'm in love with poetry & dream to spend my days writing Steampunk fantasy, drinking tea & drawing what butterfly wings look like under a microscope. I have always been most drawn to writing about legends, whether that's retelling them or completely re-imagining them, because there is so much mystery and potential there. I believe that the most inspiration comes from our darkest days, not the ones where we are happiest, because if we are happy, we don't have much to write about. A few years ago, I spent over 9 months in Karaganda, Kazakhstan where I taught EFL during the day and wrote poetry by night. During that time I was at a really fragile point in my life, so writing was really my only escape. I wrote over 200 poems during my time there, which sparked my love of the genre. I don't follow any particular type of poetry or rules, I just write what feels right, sometimes all rhyming, sometimes only partially or internally rhyming, and sometimes not rhyming at all. Besides reading other authors' poetry, I am most inspired by Hans Christian Andersen's and Grimm's Fairytales, and well-written modern fantasies. I like a style that is reminiscent of Tolkien as well as fantasies that borrow a lot of material from preexisting fairy tales, folk legends and mythology. My writing strengths, as told to me by those who have read my work, are a great talent for visual description, especially in my poetry, for example, putting words together that conjure up vivid imagery in people's minds. I like to call that "word-art." I write about people's emotions, I describe feelings that they know very well but can't put into words, and that is why my writing is personal and easy to identify with. One by one, the poems come down From their flight on high Like so many wild, winging birds And alight on my paper, mine at last. To get chapters of my NEW Fantasy series Raven delivered to your inbox every Friday, visit Raven's webpage & enter your email address in the form! http://www.raventheseries.weebly.com Besides weekly chapter of Raven you'll also get: ~Exclusive Freebies, giveaways, discounts, gift cards, prizes, special offer, event tickets, and more!

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  1. michelle morlan says:

    Love the way this one makes you think. I love the line; ‘ And turn up the sun’ 🙂

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