Category: birthed

Open Sky

by Esha Montgomery, posted in birthed, dry, Esha Montgomery, flow, Flowing, fruit, living, never, open, poem, poetry, promise, sky, taste, truth, water, words

Photo by Esha Montgomery Tell me the truth. So that I may taste it's fruit with lips birthed of flesh but full of promise. Let words of living water flow from a well that never runs dry. It is limitless like the open sky.  Love, Esha

Unseen Tomorrow

by Esha Montgomery, posted in birthed, day, face, Following, fresh, future, hour, looking, mother, run, second, sometime, Thing, tomorrow, toward, Uncategorized, Yesterday, You

Photo by Olga Shenderova on Pexels.com Sometimes, the heart doesn't know... Yesterday from tomorrow It seems like the days all run together The seconds blur into minutes Followed by inconsequential hours We look toward the unseen Like a fawn searching for their mother's face, Fresh out the womb Procreated quickly but birthed too soon The … Continue reading Unseen Tomorrow

Poets Are Not A Monolith: YOU

by Esha Montgomery, posted in birthed, bite, day, hanging, Light, moon, moonlight, poem, poet, sunlight, Uncategorized, voice, warmth

Photo by Esha Montgomery Earlier this month, I stood in-front of my table selling poetry books, mugs, handmade fabrics and jewelry. A tall fellow comes by and begins to thumb the pages in one of the books. With a slight grin he says, I thought poetry is supposed to be sweet. I replied, No, I … Continue reading Poets Are Not A Monolith: YOU

My Thoughts… They

by Esha Montgomery, posted in air, birthed, black20somethin, creative writing, don, embers, Esha Montgomery, Eshadapoet, freestyle poetry, just a thought, loveofesha, minerals, mist, never, nobility, people, poem, poems, poet, poetry, pureloveofesha, scarlet, sea, short poem, slash, they, thought, tranquility, turmoil, Uncategorized, wise

My Thoughts... They they set out pollution in the air they destroy the sea they exploit the earth only the minerals it birthed are donned by nefarious nobility they slash the wise and prudent people cutting them down like aging timber but we rise through the ashes of spite like drifting scarlet embers caught in … Continue reading My Thoughts… They