Poetry by Tiina Veikat
welcome to the middle of nowhere,
ripe and taunting air so sulky, so crisp, so bare
whilst the most voluptuously muddy waters
stream consciously in hidden moonbow quarters,
here I’m an apostrophe, carefully suspended by the hair
around me – lit up is a
but see, here one gets the absolute best view
and for free – can admire at the adjective-packed review.
I sometimes
for an hour, a day, even a year,
would then our attention-seeking eyes hush up
the fact that we’d acquired a new and prudent gear,
because in the middle of nowhere
the starving depth, crisp and richly bare
one finds time to mull over all genres of insanities
before acting upon the urges of bravado’s vanities.
About the Poet
Holding some degrees in French, International relations, Art history