What Is Poetry?

It is captivating, mesmerizing, silliness in whimsy writing. It can give you an epiphany, touch your soul and reveal your dreams. Manifest its call to wake, take you through a grieving stage. The words are soft, and sometimes alluring. Your heart may hurt with its truthful dawning. To some it’s a maze, unable to comprehend. … More What Is Poetry?

Time

Some people live stuck in time, not holding onto the good, but the bad. They’re haunted by nightmares in dreams, but functioning in daytime things. Unless, of course, a trigger speaks to the mind of that time, where it lives and repeats… That misery that dwells inside, is the imprisoning realm of the past. Be … More Time

Hopeful

Nostalgia seems to have its way, each season these thoughts come to me. With aging daily, questions arise. and I realize, life’s quickly passing by. Until I reach that tender stage, the destined day that’s meant to be, I hope and pray I stay asleep and my expression confirms that I’m at peace. ©EN 2022, … More Hopeful

Edify

I look upon the stars tonight and let my thoughts go for a ride. They take me to and fro within, I question “self” and wait again. I ponder thoughts from ancient times, and wonder why I think of them. A little whisper’s chiding me; I thank the heavens’ guiding peace. ©EN 2022, All Rights … More Edify

Burn

Whew, the burn.  Bending while making the bed.  Why did I have to  make sure the cover was so straight?  A few days of tense back pain  as pinched nerves pull,  and the surrounding area  severely burns.  Desperate to relieve the hobbling pain, I medicate with a pill my stomach tends to reject. Time to … More Burn

Time Warp

As the days seem to quickly advance, I find that I’m satisfied with simplicity. Yet, I seem to long for stimulating activity. I need to get out and create more wonderful memories. Some will surprise me, others will quell my unsatiable appetite for continued learning. Yet, I can’t seem to understand my wanting to explore, … More Time Warp

Something

There’s something, that feeling that all is not right; an aura of protection, a call to take flight. There’s something that’s awesome it’s painting the air, with a higher elevation  a lightness with care. There’s something that’s calling, it keeps us wondering. The voices that speak to us, why are they hovering? ©EN 2022, All … More Something

Compassion

I am and always will be, darkness, light and all emotions in between. I race not to extinguish my light, but have discovered that I can change its divine illumination. The higher my heart’s in bliss the brighter my aura is. Yet, darkness can’t forever steal the brightness. It graciously allows me to add love’s … More Compassion