Passion and the pen

Poet

Feb
18

POET
Passion is the essence
Obsession the discipline
Emotion the waves of words
Thinking beginning and end.
It is thunder and a calm
A paradox in being
I would lie if I said only to build
Sometimes it’s for tearing apart
of wounds of old long forgotten
not forgotten in the heart of the poet
No, in this heart there is the essence
The essence of passion
Passion does not forget
My words are waves
and I sometimes nearly drown
But still I am alive
Still I am a poet.

(Sirle Kõrvits, 2017)

In between hurt and healing

Feb
18

When burned you know
that cautious is your shield
When betrayed you know
trust is a precious pearl…
you now carefully choose
who to give to.
In between hurt and healing
I know my trust is safe
and my heart, my life, my all
only in the hands of Christ
The sweetheart of my soul
And the Love of my life.

(Sirle Kõrvits, 2017)

Come with me

Feb
13

Alone, I stand on top of the mountain
I found myself here while wandering…
I lift my hands into the position of flying
Close my eyes and imagine… imagine
How the light of the sun together with
the light breeze of february wind
coming from my lake is lifting me up
from the ground into the skies where I belong.

Come with me. I whisper. Come.

(Sirle Kõrvits, 2017)

Touch

Feb
13

Oh, I feel you filling me so close
Poetry you came back to me
I opened my heart to receive
All your tenderness and your griefs
Your words, sounds, rhythm and touch.
So this is the place you chose
To wait for me
You never liked easy
And now I am here and you with me.
It is on the narrow road you put all
your whispers and secrets to decipher
It’s only on there I can pick them up
And only here, within me, love them
until a poem is born and sent out to touch.

(Sirle Kõrvits, 2017)

I was dreaming

Feb
12

I was dreaming that I had a dream
It was a dream in a dream
I could go with or stay on spot
I wanted to stay but also to go
Steps seemed to slow and thoughtful
So I decided to take my wings
And fly above to see them together
I saw a prism made of thousands of
dreams melting into one heart beating
a stable bloodstream of life abundantly.

(Sirle Kõrvits, 2017)

Om en fågel

Feb
12

(This is a poem in swedish, I have not translated it)

OM EN FÅGEL

Under valvkapporna i Sancta Clara
där vill jag sväva när stormen är för nära
och tunga droppar tynger ned och dränker
Drömmen tystnaden där mig åter skänker.

Under valvkapporna skyddas mina vingar
Det finns plats för många av oss –
Vi med nedtrampade, brustna, knappt
bärande vingar; vi andas där, vi vilar.

Under valvkapporna i Sancta Clara
där vill jag sväva och bo och leva
Bland berättelsen om min Kristus
som genom tro, i kärlek, mina vingar helar.

Under de eviga himlavalven hos Kristus
vill jag i evigheten vara Honom nära
Det är Gud som torkar bort alla tårar
och skänker liv och frid, vår evige Far,
endast Han är värd all ära!

(Sirle Kõrvits, 2017)

 

 

It wasn’t you

Feb
12

It wasn’t you
Not me
It was us.

(Sirle Kõrvits, 2016)

Wind

Feb
12

The wind was cold
and the waves had a dance
I wanted to be in their hands.

(Sirle Kõrvits, 2016)

Slow

Feb
12

To take it slow…
to miss and dream
a tearful flow
of love within.

(Sirle Kõrvits, 2016)

My secret

Feb
12

To create something
out of something that
could never be
This is words to me
My tears formed on paper
To comfort and to heal
Because I so painfully saw
You are still here in me
You came back in him
His hands on my knees
His big deep eyes and
my hand on his arm
Gently touching lovingly
I was touching you
I was looking at you
I was longing after you
Deep inside me
I was crying
This was everything I wanted
To be close to only you
You came to me
Unexpectedly
In him
I didn’t understand him
He spoke a language I didn’t
I only talked to his eyes
his hands, arms, his chest
I was there and it was warm
It surprised me when I realised
I liked him because he was like you
And I let his hand rest on my knee
And I let our fingers cross slowly
Just to create the bond of two hearts
Only for one moment
Only because of you
I lived out my dream
And the kiss…
It was my secret in the night
I never stopped loving you
What should I do?
I still do
I love you.

(Sirle Kõrvits, 2016)