A reminder for poets to keep writing
Poetry needs space to have her roots spread like a million fibers connecting the present to a river of divinity.
Poetry is the spaciousness of valleys and the footsteps turned to mountains as well as the safety of a harbor where darkness is lit by the phases of the moon within.
Poetry is a destiny that can taste the lips of a leaf and breathes the colors of mercury.
Poetry is a dream birthed from one’s soul brought to life with each letter touching her notes of transparency.
Poetry is raw, real, and pure; it is the spirit under the chaos and the very real dragons battled within.
The demons and angels and the voices are often heard and necessary to field the conflicts of understanding, the dance of relationships, the revolving translucent doors leading to infinity; the prose is endless.
Poetry is an undulating release, an explanation of the untold, and the truest identity given from the source of one’s soul.