Photo by Warren Wong
My Featured Blogger this week is Benyamin Bensalah of Benyapoesy, who I’ve happily rediscovered after a long, accidental hiatus. Hungarian poet Benyamin’s words are deeply personal, yet always relatable, full of the exquisite pain and longing that remind us how human we are.
Agony. I dress it in suits.
We take long walks
in the park, on the streets
at the calmest places
giving the weirdest look.
How this might come up?
I have no idea.
Nothing is weird here;
it’s all my regulars.
Then, in the eyes of the mass
there’s an infinite emptiness –
deep inside them,
in their idle soul,
not like in mine;
only empty on the surface
while inside
agony’s jogging in suits,
darkness is brushing paintings,
silence is screaming up poems,
macabre is planning weddings,
and joy wants to die in socks.
These walks are bothersome,
but for only one reason:
You.
Benyamin Bensalah
07.01.2022
Mitch Teemley 
“…joy wants to die in socks”
I can’t explain it, but that line really hit me…thank you for sharing, Mitch.
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Me too, Victoria.
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How can darkness brush paintings Mitch! Paintings always look beautiful when brushed with bright colours. But I wish that your life should be as bright as 🌞.
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This is a hauntingly beautiful poem–wrapped in sadness.
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