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Revealing the poet

Updated on April 17, 2017

Who am I? I do not know. Do you know who I am? It's dark and I don't see. The light doesn't reach to my eyes, the windows to the world. I am far away and I don't have a mirror to finally know who I am. But do I really need a mirror to show others who I am? If you think so, then we don't know ourselves. They say that the eyes are the mirror of the soul and it is the most important thing to know - the beauty of our soul.

But my eyes glow in the dark like fireflies and show me the way through the darkest night. What does it make the poet so different from all other people? Some might say. He is gifted in writing. The Lord created him like that. But the same way God created me and you. Furthermore He created us on his own image and gave us talents. Talents are like one big image scattered in the puzzles, which only, when we put them together, give meaning and an entirety to that picture. Everyone has a talent but some people bury this talent, seed, deep in the ground and it never germinate.

What makes the poet different from others is his somewhat different view of the world.

The poet sings suffering, beauty of nature, things, pain, love... He describes something deeper than the word itself.

To go through this world and not find anything noteworthy and admirable. Is there any greater sin than this? But perhaps someone will say: "What will I admire to? This world has lost its meaning and beauty of life." Perhaps some will say. "I lost my home, a loved one, job, friends. What will I admire to? I look at light and see only a candle, flower smells and fascinates me with its beauty but still I see only the stem.“ Look around you. Find strength in your suffering. Try to magnify your suffering in poems and you will conquer pain!

Being a poet in the world is to be the eyes of the world which look through another dimension. Put your soul in verse and submit your breath in the hands of one who reads your poem. Convey to him the beauty of some unspeakable things. Open his eyes! Kindle the flame in his heart that will eternally smolder in the world.

When the poet looks at the starlit sky and stellar dust, and watch gold stellar paths that lead us through the night, he reunites with them. To write poems about stellar paths you must study them to its smallest detail, and this can only do the one who looks at the sky and knows that there is someone with a gentle smile, watching the whole world in his palm, that there is someone who created this world.

What does the word mean for poet? The word is not a dead thing, but a living being who just won its living space. But the poet doesn't seek for words. He creates beauty where there is none. The words find the poet in his silence just as God finds his child in his cry and prayer. The magic of true poetry is hidden in the conflict of invisible and visible world which the poet tries to evoke to the reader.

Endless life

Sometimes I enjoy my suffering, my pain
because I'm just a poet and only spark in a flame.
But each of my poems, becomes shiny like gold coin
which closes my wounds, in front of the eyes of the world.

I am a slave of words and I'm created to write
to put the words in verse and in the right place.
Oh my God, why did you choose me,
such a weak man as the small droplet in the endless sea.

As a butterfly, I'm fluttering on the light wind
seeking for a shelter in the safe harbor
while lightning thoughts in the quiet night drive away my dreams
and I keep watching over white paper, waiting for an inspiration beams.

Once when it reaches the last hour,
I will not say pity, pity that I have to die.
I will continue to live in my poems high in the heavenly sky,
in unfinished dreams I will continue to dream.

© 2014 Kristian Režić


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      Kristian Režić 2 years ago from Split

      I'm glad you think so Smilealot!!! thank you so much

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      Smilealot 2 years ago

      You shone a light upon poets everywhere with this...great write:-))

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      Kristian Režić 3 years ago from Split

      thank you Cris!!

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      CrisSp 3 years ago from Sky Is The Limit Adventure

      Very creative, very inspirational. Love your thoughts.

      Thumbs up all the way!

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      Kristian Režić 3 years ago from Split

      thank you so much Gypsy Rose!!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Wonderful reflections, thoughtful and also inspirational. Passing this on.

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      Kristian Režić 3 years ago from Split

      hahhaha thank you Ruby! I'm glad you like it Faith. That means a lot to me !!;) thank you Anita!

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      Beautiful reflection here and your poetry is superb. Love the "reveal."


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      Ruby Jean Fuller 3 years ago from Southern Illinois

      So beautiful and I agree. Rhyming gets into the soul and won't let go, oh no, I'm rhyming again...

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      Dream Lover 3 years ago from Zagreb

      such a great hub and your poem is so beautiful ;)