WHERE POETRY IS BORN
Joanna Svensson

                                           

I see before me
Gardens suspended
Pendulous
between heaven and earth
Gardens floating
Filled with blooming unborn thoughts
Filled with blooming unborn words
Filled with blooming unborn colors
Slowly riping
Slowly materializing
Through different kinds of colors
Through diffefent kinds of feelings

Some of them will be beautiful and sensible
Some will touch your heart and your soul
Some will get sad and sorrowful
Because they haven't yet ripened
Some have frozen - in their own sorrows

Every thought hustles and bustles
Everyone wants to be there
But the poet decides
Which words and what thoughts
Should be chosen
To reflect the poem

If you want to be loved
And to feel real love
You have to sow
With small seeds
With the words of love
In the pendulous gardens
Between heaven and earth

But if you look back
And not look forward
Not even over the egde of what's real
Then the poem gets dark
The poem gets heavy
The poem gets sad

And it pulls you down
Instead of lifting you up
And then you can't see
The meaning of each life

So if anyone but me
Sees the pendulous gardens
Please - with the power of thoughts
And with encouraging words
Let the Pendulous gardens
Between heaven and earth
Be filled with unborn thoughts
Filled with unborn words
And filled with unborn poems
That slowly materializes
Through beautiful colors
And wonderful feelings!

©® Joanna Svensson

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