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Maija Liepins

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so i guess this is not a poem at all

self expression in flow, this is where the creative flow comes from, keep going! x


I have a recording of this poem spoken available on Vimeo

before I met you


My best friend

Oooh I especially like the last line. "Hiding under the anonymous abstraction known as death." I wasn't expecting that. Truth lands like a tickle of surprise delight.

Fruitful tears

Feeling this deeply. One to come back to.

Your integrity

Oh wow! Yes.


Well said


Love this. Especially the end.
Workaholism I think it not always protection from limitation though, it can be a distraction from growth. Kinda depends on the spirit in which one works. But of course, you know that :)

The Rarest Kind

I especially enjoyed the last lines

Women (appreciations for the Leo full moon)

Thanks :) it's new, and cultivated, this kind of experience. I think men can have it too, their own version.

Reference to the feminine originally said feminine heart but I wasn't sure it worked. And I'm of the belief men and women have both feminine and masculine traits / processes, just in a different balance. So the phrase "when we hurt the feminine within us" is making that distinction. It might be a specificity too far, but "when we hurt ourselves" sounds weirdly not specific enough. Heh

song bird

P.S. I don't have a single favourite stanza because this poem is very.. well, whole!.. , but the last one is a favourite for this reason: I find that whenever I write a poem inspired by yearning or longing they point to where I'm going next, they are written before a chapter closes, and often with the wisdom of who I will become, time travel of sorts. Or magic. Which is what I saw in the first lines of that stanza.

song bird


Until Then

Oh yes! Very clear and beautiful

The night reveals the light

Lovely title

The wisdom of Heart

Truth. But I think we need poems like this to remember. Thank you.

The world at peril

A wonderful summary of the perilous situation.

there's a hidden creek


Over Thinking?

Haha :)

A Glass Knife

Oh my gooooosh this is my new favourite. ****!

strands of liquid copper

The first stanza has great colour fuelled energy and contrasts with the second but the first is my favourite. Evocative.

RAP POETRY! (addishans)

You may wish to add an extra p to rapped and rapping but the title helps to avoid any confusion



Marble Mountains

Your poems remind me I love words. They collide beautifully.

Cigarette Sun



ooo I like this!


And do break your own is to break others perhaps.

As I read I was dismayed by how many unsavoury scenarios there were! Well done

Chords In Blue

Some of your lines absolutely delight me - and then there is MORE, they're part of a whole, but wait I'm still reeling from the beauty of the image:

"Ghost winds comb the breathing, sighing willow trees"

In Retrospect...

I really enjoyed hearing your story of that day. I don't think I've ever heard how the day was experienced by a child - sharing the story in retrospect provokes thoughts about today's children, growing up where the fearmongering newslines that I becane aware of on that day are now every day tone. The use and effect of fear warrants further exploration. I like that you referenced the will to live - that's an important detail - but living in fear usually shuts us down and is as you say destructive. It inhibits life. And I've never considered surviving (having to focus on merely surviving) to be really living.

Only This

Sorry for messing up your comment thread. Rivers track and Slumbering in forest tracks. I get it now. The second mention of tracks jars, as mentioned, but now I see a parallel is being drawn between the flow of the river, calling and the dreaming in the slumbering forest.

Only This

Except not I can't find a second mention of tracks. Ignore that wierd comment.

Only This

Woow, I was capivated at the first line, bluestone and moonstone together, contrasting: "bluestone moonstone", startled by how the word stone is transformed entirely. And referenced not as objects but active textures "wrapping" and enclosing ("walls"). Also the close intimacy in the first part contrasting with the expansive movement of river, wind and forever - delicious!

Forest slumber in their tracks jarred for me because trees don't have footsteps and then the word tracks is repeated later leaving me feeling you made a connection in your mind I failed to comprehend on reading.

I'm whispering it out loud too it reads so well, as a spoken word poem. Love love the imagery, movement, textures.

modes of speech

I really like this one. Very strong in style and effect. Something too about "the impression" that is made - enough to provoke you to pick up a pen and write about it only to create another impression with the rhythm of words. There is also something about elevating the everyday to something impressionable through the act of noticing ... which interests me.

Behind Shadows

Intriguingly confusing in the middle there and strong imagery amplifying the feeling of being unable to see through the shadows but only feel and sense - the possibility of bones shattering in noise and the smudge of lines in the mind.

How not to complicate relationships

Wonderful. Thank you for finding words for this. I have always struggled with the idea of choosing to exclude, when the alternative you pose makes so much more sense, and is potentially so much more honest.

The real reality

Mm yes! My favourite line is "if you can keep watch of that you are in present time" for me the words arrive as both a reminder and a promise simultaneously.