Biography of Anita Atina
My poetry seeks clarity, hope and humour.
On some days, a poem is ‘given’ and what a wonderful feeling it is to receive.
That joy grows as I share this precious gift with fellow poets who know what it takes to write poetry that makes us, the poet, happy.
I am an imperfect poet and choose to convey feelings, and the many discoveries of our life’s journey, with clarity rather than over-compliance to form.
My output is, of course, subjective. I love hearing responses to it both sympathetic and contrary, for this is the nature of art.
Thank you for reading, and perhaps commenting, on my work.
Anita Atina Poems
The Perception Of Truth
Fact exists, truth needs to be believed My truth is important to me
We dislike in others, reflections of The dark shadows of our soul
An Ode To Being Drunk!
Wobbly headed, seeing double, slow to react, Will my head float away if I don’t hold it down?
By Your Light You Are Known
Your true raiment most refined Is not made of silk or satin or lace
Spirituality And Sexuality
Spirituality and sexuality are different sides of the same coin The body is home to both
I Like Rain [a Poem For Children... And ...
I like rain Lots of rain
Escaping The ‘maya’ Of Individuality
Away from the confusion of logic Not blinded by ego’s thrall
A Second Life
You have given me a second life Now I have begun afresh, to dream again
We are afraid, only when we love, for those we love But we often hurt those we love, the most We are often hurt most, by those who lay claim to our love We sometimes reveal only half truths
You Made Me Feel So Beautiful
Your kiss, your embrace, the way you touched me I still shiver with delight You made me feel so beautiful
The Paradox Of Being Alone
Are you alone Eating a meal, with only thoughts for company In a new city, with no one to share the discovery Or when the odd one out at a party, is you
If Life’s A River
If life’s a river Flowing on a course Long proven to be the best way To reach the sea, then flow on
I Am The Daughter Of The Sun And The Sea
I am the daughter of the sun and the sea And I proudly stand ashore
One day, I want to talk A long meandering conversation Without watching the clock While rushing to catch a flight, or a train
Have I Gone Too Far?
Does my intensity bother you?
Does my longing make you step back and wonder why?
Do my words choke off yours?
Would you prefer the coy, make believe of convention,
Or have I not understood you at all.