Unfamiliar Place - Luke Sawczak - Poetry


"We never spoke except to hear our voice upon the wind"  ~from "Fire to the Flowers"

Jump to Notes on my Poetry

These twenty poems of mine, which I selected out of hundreds, are arranged in no particular order.

PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   God's Children Confession
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   Wreck
         Fire to the Flowers
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   The Morning's Resurrection
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   Veil of Blue
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   Whitefalling Death/Life
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   Empty-Field Soul
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   To Live is Christ
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   Sun on his Back Wanderer
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   Met
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   One Less a Verse
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   Always or Until
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   Long Walk Downstairs
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   Key to my House
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   She Played for Me
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   Silent
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   venus earth mars
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   Speak Dancing to my Feet
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   Dear Sarah
PDF Document   Word Document   Text Document   Fire by Friction

Feel free to ask for more! I'm always glad to share.

Writing poetry is probably my favourite thing to do when I have spare time. I hesitate to call my poetry anything really fantastic, but people seem to enjoy it. I like to imagine it's reminiscent of e.e. cummings, T.S. Eliot, and Bob Dylan, among other lyrical heroes.

Though my poems all tend to be a similar length (I usually write on one side of lined paper, in class), I try and vary the subjects as much as I can. That said, there are also a lot of themes that run through my verse. A psychologist would probably say something like, "These are the things that speak to your head, from your childhood experiences," and I'd reply, "Really? Oh, very interesting. Hmm, hmm..." and not think about it again.

They are things such as love, abandonment, faith, the past and the future; not to mention snow falling, rivers flowing, stars calling, green things growing, and other delightful rhymes.

I started seriously writing poetry in 2005; since then, I've written at least one or two a week, and currently have over 400 to my name, and I have also won or placed in several poetry contests for youth.

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©2009 Luke Sawczak.Date: 2010-09-09 .