Splintered, a poem

Splintered a poem

A poem by Deanna M Ramirez

Eyes full of judgment and no ⠀
attempt to mask their message ⠀
You don't know me yet you're sure you do⠀
Transmission received but I pause⠀
Self awareness an earned attribute ⠀
escapes those with critical eyes ⠀
You wish me harm, yet I feel sadness ⠀
not of self⠀
I see eyes burred with pain, ⠀
baring truth of their owner⠀
Eyes say, "I am stupid. Not good enough. ⠀
I want what you have."⠀
To which I reply, "I am not your enemy ⠀
nor your competition. ⠀
Splintered eyes impede vision. ⠀
Pluck out the fragments ⠀
that you may see your beauty ⠀
and love yourself.

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Reflection, a poem

reflection a poem

Reflection, a poem by Deanna M Ramirez

Reflecting for days⠀
Frozen in place⠀
A future wide open⠀
too large to embrace ⠀

A mind bound perplexed ⠀
tangles simple ideas⠀
Put mind rest at ease⠀
Enjoy chance⠀
which appears ⠀
Squash ugly lies ⠀
false facts fed by ⠀
faint fears⠀

Swallow all pride⠀
Dig deep from inside ⠀
Then relish rewards reaped ⠀
Whence you reside

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Please pardon the blog hiatus!

Please excuse the blog hiatus
Please pardon the blog hiatus
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That’s when I began to hear myself, over and over again, tell my daughters that it is important to follow their dreams. That dreams require passion, persistence, and sometimes sacrifice. This website, and a more serious approach to my Eve Poetry Instagram account, became ways for me to start walking the walk. I want to show my girls a good example of what I believe is so incredibly important.

Taking life in our own hands

Life is so precious. We hear people say this often, but we don’t often see people do something about it. Those that do something about it are out living and experiencing rich, fulfilling lives; or at least trying to.

That’s what I want for myself. That’s what I want for my family. A rich and abundant life. Not financially (although that would be nice too). I’m referring to riches of time and experiences. Fulfillment. To leave this precious time we have on earth without regret. To know we spent the years, hours, minutes and seconds with those we love most, doing activities we enjoy. That we did so unselfishly. We loved others. We helped others. We helped each other. We were there for one another. We lived a life, of life. Not of things. After establishing the What, I knew I needed to begin the How.

My how

Writing is my How. I’m going to do my best to make it the How. The work that allows me more time with my family. More time living. More time.

Which brings me back to the hiatus referenced in the title of this blog. In pursuing my passion, I also realized I have a passion for mentoring and helping others. Thus began the Eve Poetry Writing Group Instagram account, and the Writers and Poets Cafe Facebook group.

While this remains a passion project of mine, and I’ll continue both; the time invested in both required I put this blog on the back burner for a few months. But I’m back! I am shifting the balance back to my own work and endeavor as a writer. There’s more to come. Stay tuned!

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