Poetry Reading for Black History Month

Come Join Us this Wednesday

 

Come to Thoughtful Words Poetry Workshop On March 1st @ Racine Library  75 7th St, Racine, WI 53403 

6:00-8:00 PM 

Have fun writing poetry and eating refreshments with a group of like minded poets. Can't wait to see you there. 

Love always, Esha

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Right Season

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Peace, ease, laughter and hope 

The beautiful of the moment 

And the time to cope 

Surrounded and wrapped in dreams 

That knows no bounds 

Prayers sent to heaven 

From quivering lips, dripping in hope 

And answered with love 

For once to know my tears, struggles and triumph

Are well thought of 

I was fashioned and designed for a special reason 

While I thought Jesus didn't care about my pain... 

He was just waiting for me 

To enter the right season  

Love always, Esha 

Pencils

Start over, fix things that are out of place, correct the things that left you broken. Pencils have erasers for a reason. Don't be afraid to use them. Love always, Esha

Blossom

 

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Hope is the seed planted that grew into a tree that few expected to blossom. But now it provides fruit and comfort to all those who need a safe space to unwind. 

Love always, Esha  

Small Victories

 
Take the time to put the work in. People may not see it. Those who do may not respect it. But in the end your blood, sweat and tears will pay off. Because hard work is its own reward and the skills you cultivate from perfecting your craft will mean more than an easy road to success. The beautiful of life is in the journey. Enjoy the small victories. 

Love always, Esha 

Warning: For Those Who Grieve

Photo by Ksenia Chernaya

There are no words 

To fill the void 

It is an endless sea 

Of missed communication

And broken opportunities

How do I move forward? 

How do I forget? 

How do I cry? 

Now that you're gone 

Your things fill the room, storage and my mind 

Vestiges of the life 

You left behind

For the first time 

Your not here to wipe my tears 

They fill the rims of my dry eyes

Bubbling to the surface

Like a pop can that was shaken 

And opened to soon  

Where is your shoulder to cry on?

Where can one go to find your love? 

The contour of your face 

Was the comfort that tired consciences rested on 

There are tangled grey wires 

At the base of my swollen red heart 

Unable to hold the contents 

Of a soul tore apart

It pumps the same 

But it aches different

It pleads for a love far gone

Begging for attention in a world 

That pays no mind 

How do I move forward? 

How do I forget? 

How do I cry? 

Now that you're gone

The mouth says, I'm well 

Fingertips text, I'm fine 

But deep down a stomach twisted in knots 

Burns with a throbbing

That only the grieving know 

When death darkens a humble doorstep

An unraveling spirit will gladly go home 

Let the white picket fence fade into the background 

Clouds hover in weightless air 

They appear and disappear 

As the light of a glistening dawn opens 

For those chained in the shackles of mourning 

Morning after morning freed from the torment 

Of a breaking heart that stays broke 



Love always, Esha 

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