Blue Feelings

Listen to the reading of this poem on Hope Speaks Podcast

Photo by Isom Jacobs 

I was painted blue with your love. But I'll get back up again. Only to swim in the sea of another's eyes. To sail in the dreams of a new lovers mind. To forget about the memories I choose not to remember. To push away the old feelings I'd rather leave behind. You are the cushion of old familiarity like a couch I became use to. The groves of a body settled into place. Accustomed to seeing your form and caressing your face. But when I needed comfort. I couldn't find you. No more swimming in blue oceans looking for the end of rising tides. It's time for a new adventure my heart is in need it something I can call mine.

Love always, Esha <3

The Mission of Writers

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Writing is a nasty business. One minute you're speaking with your whole heart. Baring the issues of your soul on a white paper that seems endless. The next minute your words dry up like a shallow puddle of water on a hot summer’s day. The words fade to black and the feeling of flowing letters pulsating through easy fingertips slips away.

We sit with open palms writing for the pleasure of the moment. Praying for the eyes of excited readers to scan the lines of tactful words. We are not titans. We are bearers of empty yet hopeful words, subjects added to verbs. Creating sentences you never thought of but every portion read touched a sensitive nerve.

We fly like oceans swiping over wet dreams. We move like clouds rolling too high. Fighting for an opening to a sentence. Working towards a period that never dies. People have limited lives but the feelings they provoke live on.

Count me among the nameless writers who gave up but kept on going. Never knowing if anyone would read. Because they couldn’t change the world. And the successful are defined by monetary greed But the starving artist is defined by need. 



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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Real Ones

Real Ones  

I gotta give a shout-out to the real ones 

That still believe 

Despite the trauma that the world brings 

You still search for better things 

No longer clinging to the hopes of breaking their ceiling 

That had you reeling 

The injustice of a system that does not care about you 

Or your feelings  

Has failed to stop your climb 

You are a lion inside 

Devoid of the ignorance 

That makes a wise man blind 

Thanks for reading!

Sincerely, Esha 

Photo by Esha Montgomery