Poetry Gifts – Talents
Poetry Gifts – Talents – Short Poems
This is a short Poem about gifts and talents in life
My gift
I use to think that my poems
Are away for my mind to drift
As I have grown much older
I understand that they are a gift
A present I have received
That is one of a kind
A method a technique, a skill
For me to explore my mind
Without them, Iād be lost
Maybe a shadow on this land
Whatever my mind wants to say
I write down by my hand
Ā© 2011 Marinela Reka
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…and your heart wants to say. That is how it is for me when I draw and paint, Marinela. They are but gifts along our journeying, here, fo us to share or not. Beautiful poem.
A heartfelt written expression.. *HUG*…
Yes, whatever your mind wishes to say, pen it down.. That’s better at times than to be said..
Oh yes, thanks for dropping by and leaving your congrat.. š
Hope to see you around.. š
So true and enlightened I couldn’t agree with you more
glad you do!
Aloha from Honolulu,
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A lovely poem and very true.
A gift indeed. Our talents should never be taken for granted.
They are indeed a gift – never stop writing them! Lovely journal too.. Jae;)
Kudos to you for sharing your gift with us!
It would be a crime to not use the gifts we possess.
This is one of yours, keep writing.
I like your work
A very fine poem, Marinela. Great gifts of expression: poetry, painting, sculpture, music, it’s always so nice to share them.
You have a lovely gift with words, Marinela. I enjoyed reading. And thanks for stopping by my place.
Excellent, Marinela. I so agree … and often I don’t know what I think about something until I write it. It is also the great comforter. No surprise. It all comes from sacred space.
Poem on …
A gift indeed. I don’t write poems, but writing does give me clarity.
is i whent out the other day my head fell of and rolled away but when i noticed it was gone i picked up and put it on
alge met a bear
the bear met alge
the bulge
the dulge
was alge
This one made me smile. Never lose sight of your poetic gift. cheers
I am so happy that you liked my blog that I had to come over and see yours. You are an amazing young lady. Such a talented writer. This poem speaks to me as, like you, I was writing away from the time I was a young child. “My Gift” as you so intuitively call it is not Poetry but Prose.
I was wondering what part of the world do you write from?
That flower right there
unknown the windy smiles
subtle the airy lauds
can you see how the earth
blossoms in its night
beneath the tears
unknown the years
dispersed its pollen
upheld our heart’s peace
That flower right there
Just inspired me to write this piece
Nice one M.R
you sure have come a long way
I remember where it all started way back in poem group
Am happy for you M.R
Val Chibueze.
Thank you, Val Chibueze. I wish you all the best