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

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

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

Distress

Sometimes I feel so tight, compressed. I take in too much, and let it sit. It becomes a hardness to my soul, it can make or break me as my day unfolds. So I stir my thoughts when I get like this. I ask myself why I got upset. And as I begin to unwind … More Distress

Perfect Timing

Mighty are the thoughts of prayer, as worries begin to creep in again. Deliverance kept at bay, within a call that was initially missed. Glory has made its claim, the power of God’s wonderful plan. ©EN 2022, All Rights Reserved

Sidestep

I rest in a space  I don’t want to leave.  My respite,  separate  from life’s realities.  I visit often,  as others also do.  In daydreamers’ cosmos,  a world of its own…  ©EN 2022, All Rights Reserved

Grief

The loss of a loved one, miscarriage, still birth. The pandemic’s division, the deception of your worth. The humbling of spirit to awaken your soul, the negative forces, the truth is untold. In that overwhelming bitterness of grief, we’re reminded to trust the plan though we may not always understand, and Lord I’ve come to … More Grief