Sounds Like Poetry

What is poetry to me? 

It is love 

And everything in-between 

Whether it is two heart forever intertwined 

Or a neck colliding with a bee sting 

It equates to so much 

But at the same time it feels like nothing

It unravels me like a rope 

With dangling cords 

It's flies high like eagles 

It midday soars 

It lives in a kiss 

Till breath falls short 

And it breaths no more 

No matter the cause 

It exists to be adored

Poetry is something worth fighting for 

Because it is and has always been my love

Love always, Esha

Good Soil

 

Listen to Hope Speaks Podcast: Episode 15 for poetry reading and conversation 

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Thank God for the morning 

Another opportunity to be awake 

The grace to breath a bit longer 

When I am weak in spirit the great I AM is stronger 

Pushed to the limit 

I don't give up, let go or stop 

There is no glass ceiling on my top 

Only heaven 

When people throw rocks 

I am unmoved 

Because the farmer sowed my seed in fertile ground 

So my endeavors are fruitful year round 

The Holy Spirit dwells in me 

So when the lightening strikes I am in no need of company 

I have a trusty steed 

He is a true friend and confidant to those in need  

I don't have to worry 

About what the world thinks about me 

Because when times were hard 

They couldn't spare groceries 

 

There is only joy to be found in my Father 

So when the chickens gather to cluck 

I don't even bother 

It's the nature of the world to talk ill of the chosen ones 

And fight over meaningless pearls 

To look only at the physical that dissipates in due time 

To forget about eternity that stands when all the temporary has faded 

To look towards mankind for answers 

But when it comes to the matters of God they are jaded 

Some people are built that way 

To only look at present circumstances day to day 

But I think about the present, tomorrow and yesterday 

So I can build a legacy that gives my children roots 

In order to defy the eagerness to go with the flow 

When the enemy recruits 

Earlier in the morning 

They were planted in good soil 

Love always, Esha 

Unknown Place

You bring me back to a familiar yet unknown place. It's the breath of you. The movement of your steady words. The feel of your uneasy truth. The way you calm the riffs in the cliff of my soul.

Hold me... till I can no longer let go. Because I run from the feeling of love. And I clamor at the stoop of rejection. There is no hope at the end of a rope that burns tender palms. But you keep on pulling me back in. Telling me that I can't get through a difficult situation without breaking a little.

You treat my wounds with aloe and salve. Then wrap my hands with bandages and gauze, covered in hope. Telling me that I'm one of your chosen that despite my faults I am loved beyond measure. That my heart is an oasis and my time is treasured... And that's why I call you my redeemer. 



Love always, Esha 

Calf

 

The food lives not

It was cut from the root

Drained of it substance

It breathes no longer

Seeking sunlight no more

It’s days of grazing ran short

It’s freedom to roam cut off

While the world turned

The breeze blew

Days went on

While life was taken to sustain another’s…

The calf grew strong

Love always, Esha

One Kiss

Listen to spoken word of One Kiss on Hope Speaks via Spotify

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One kiss is never enough. There must be dozens to make up for time lost. They must be doubled to address when the road less traveled gets rough. They need to cover the wounds and apply smooth balm to the scars that don’t disappear. They should last for days and stretch into years. Give a kiss strong enough to dry damp tears. Let it be so profound that it eradicates fears. Breath hopefulness into moments that would mean nothing without you here. And that’s why one kiss is never enough.

Love always, Esha

Unexpected

I can't see you sometimes. So I feel around for the shape of your face. I sniff the breeze for the scent of your cologne. I lay soft intent to raw feelings in hopes of finding you somewhere among the clouds. My heart moves before my thoughts and I'm thinking out loud. But I am the midst in a broken town looking for the breath of you. Until I realize that a vulnerable dreamer should never look for love. It comes like rain and falls when you least expect it. So accept thee unexpected. 


Love always, Esha <3

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