Tag: wet

Uncontrollable Love

by Esha Montgomery, posted in break, caution, Control, Esha Montgomery, exist, heart, Help, hope, poem, poetry, point, poor, sharp, soul, Touch, understood, water, wet

Photo by Edward Eyer on Pexels.com It’s like rushing water touching my soul. A wet feeling comes over me then I lose control. That’s the thing about love it moves with fierce fury. Dancing on the point of a sharp blade. Poorly understood and it rarely behaves. It can be sharp like icicles hanging from … Continue reading Uncontrollable Love

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Truth = Water

by Esha Montgomery, posted in body, bottles, choice, clean, drink, Esha Montgomery, Fix it, ice, life, method, mist, never, poem, poetry, run, skin, transform, Uncategorized, voice, water, wet

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com The truth is like water. It can fill a basin and still spill over. It takes many forms. Morphing from fluid to ice. Filling the air with a wet mist that leaves dry skin moist. It is a drink for hydration. It is the washing method of choice. Water cleanses … Continue reading Truth = Water

The Mission of Writers

by Esha Montgomery, posted in artist, business, change, Clouds, creative writing, creatives, die, dreams, empty, end, Esha Montgomery, eye, eyes, feel, feeling, feelings, fight, fighting, finger tips, Fingers, fly, greedy, heart, heartbeat, high, hope, Issues, just a thought, live, mission, moment, move, never, ocean, open, Openly, people, poem, pray, prayer, read, small businesses, soul, speakers, thought, Touch, Uncategorized, unknown, verbs, wet, whole, work, working out, world, Write

Photo by SamuelFrancisJohnson 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 … Continue reading The Mission of Writers

The Past Doesn’t Matter

by Esha Montgomery, posted in born, fresh, grow, happiness, happy, honey, past, see, unique, Wait, wild

Photo by Archana GS on Pexels.com It matters not. The turbulence you have seen. Happiness that has gone to rot. You are the newness that grows in the place of the old. Like wet honey dripping off the comb. Too fresh to be packed away. To wild to be sold. Made to be unique. Born … Continue reading The Past Doesn’t Matter

Sparkling Dawn

by Esha Montgomery, posted in dawn, eye, eyes, happiness, love, new, poem, poetry, promise, tomorrow, world

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Sparkling Dawn Wipe your eyes my love There's no more tears left for you to hold The creases of your smile coated in wet sorrow Will once again shine With the embers of promise and excitement Bliss and happiness are ripe for the picking Take a little with you everywhere … Continue reading Sparkling Dawn