The original poetry collected here was written and reshaped from my old work a few years ago. I wanted to see how much my writing style had changed after years of not writing. This is also why I wanted to add some new poetry to the original pieces that would perhaps prove to me, that I still have the capacity to write from imagination and be playful.
There were 20 poems in this collection originally...
(Authors Note)
1. the Beginning
In the dim flickering light
Of the oil lamp on my bedside table
I am
Drunken on wine,
Thoughts about him
Which intoxicates me more
I can not tell
But I grip onto a quill,
As if
Writing poetry about him
Was my only saviour
Poetry on the Margins #1 What am I even doing
P.S.:
Dim, Flickering light
it wasn't a cheap bulb, even — it was the screen of my computer, in a dark room.
Perhaps I could invite you to read more of my work:
If you like short stories I have them scooped up into one category (including the six-sentence stories).
Or perhaps I could interest you in poetry and refections or something more personal like the Blog.
I also happen to own an IT studies blog in Estonian and "Chaos in Spring" can be listened to on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.
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