Too Early

Like impatient swans
In early spring
When the snow was still
Unwilling to melt
You flew into my world

Just a little too early

While my eyes were still
Desperately staring
At the horizon
Of my fading dreams

Like a serendipitous light
In midwinter
When the sun was still
Struggling to shine
You invited me to surrender

Just a little too early

While I was still
Learning
To fly
Again

But I do remember
The possibility
Of a new journey
When the swans
Arrive again
Just a little too early

To survive…

Hopeless Crazy Love

In celebration of the #WorldPoetryDay, I’m re-blogging my very first post. I wrote this piece back in 2009 – when poetry found me again. I honestly can’t believe it’ll be six years this year… feels like yesterday, yet so long ago at the same time. Which one of YOUR poems is the most significant to you, and why?! Please feel free to link your poem in the comments section below – I’d love to read it. Happy World Poetry Day! – Noora

Two poets
Two muses

Enjoying life
Reading Neruda
Tasting consonants
And vowels
Fine words
Perfectly placed

Two poets
Two muses

Naked
Except
For the jewelry

Her hair
Slightly tangled
Morning mist
In my eyes

Two poets
One poem

Escaping
Exploring
Hopeless
Crazy
Love

Two worlds
One language

Unwritten story

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I wish…

I wish
I could
Melt
From your touch
Gracefully
Like a snowflake
Melts
Into its warm
Resting place
Leaving shivers
Of beauty
In its wake

I wish
I could
Merge
Into your melody
Become
An undying piece
Of music
That will never
Fade

I wish
I could
Because
Without
Your touch
Without
Your melody
I am nothing
But a mute
Wanderer

You are
The voice
In my world
Of music

I wrote this piece while waiting for my muse to fly back to me. Some of you may recognize the first verse – I recycled it from my old piece: “Déjà vu” (October, 2013) – it never felt finished to me.

Image: Victor Karlovich Schtembergand (1863-1921), Sirens by the Sea.
I found this extraordinary painting from Aquileana’s intriguing and inspiring blog!

Invitation

It’s reblog Sunday, right? I’m hoping to post a new poem next week. Now I’m off to enjoy your poems and other posts! P.S. Please, click on “view original” – thank you!!! 🙂

Come
Walk with me
Where wildflowers bloom

Lie beside me
Beneath the irresistible sky
Point out
The constellations
You wish to fly to
I will take you there

The star chart is printed
On your skin
I will trace
My fingertips
Intimately
Across the beauty
I read like braille

Pausing

At the loveliest places
In order to forget
The world
But never you

Love,
Until the wildflowers
Begin to wither
In summer’s farewell

Come
Walk with me
Where all our journeys end

Photo credits: © Theophilos Papadopoulos
Original location

What an amazing shot from Aptera, Crete. Please check out the photographer’s gallery for some other stunning shots.

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Sunset

SUNSET

At sunset
I lose myself
In the beauty
Of a vulnerable sky
Painted with
Sentimental afterglow

At twilight
I can hear
How the setting sun
Blissfully hums
An ancient lullaby
A promise of a reunion

Her infinite melody
Fills me with hope
Yet evokes
The deepest longing

At sunset
I lose myself
In poetry
For she is my stillness
And I am her words

Lighthouse

Just reblogging “Lighthouse” with a NEW picture from my second trip to Crete last summer. It was an unforgettable experience and I can’t wait to go back – again and again. Hope you all have an inspiring weekend. – Noora

LIGHTHOUSE

I remember the ships
Sailed by me
How my light
Guided their journey
Held them gently
In the evening fog
Offered them faith
In the storm
Yet no one ever stayed

They have sailed
On the sea
Of endless possibilities
But no one has ever
Returned
To tell
Whether they discovered
A safe haven
Or are they still
Drifting
Hoping and waiting
For a miracle
Like my soul today

I often recall
Their names
And tales
And I wonder
If they
Still remember me
The moments we shared
The dreams we dreamt

Bittersweet waves
Crash and fall
Yet I stand still
Heart anchored
Eyes on the horizon
Still waiting
Still hoping
To be someone’s destination

Home

Edit: Picture changed 1/2015

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Lighthouse

LIGHTHOUSE

I remember the ships
Sailed by me
How my light
Guided their journey
Held them gently
In the evening fog
Offered them faith
In the storm
Yet no one ever stayed

I often recall
Their names
And tales
And I wonder
If they
Still remember me
The moments we shared
The dreams we dreamt

Bittersweet waves
Crash and fall
Yet I stand still
Heart anchored
Eyes on the horizon
Still waiting
Still hoping
To be someone’s destination

Home

Edit: Picture changed 1/2015