My poetry started from love, now my words moved outward into the world. Yes, sometimes I call for reason in a world that currently seems without it. I tell myself other generations lived through similar eras. They continued to write. I allow this time in my life to inspire me whether from the heart or the head. I work past midnight with my muse at my side and we move ever forward. Sometimes lines are drawn, sometimes they are not; but I give myself the freedom to write from my head and my heart.
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A few lines from one of my published poems,
To Eventuate the Everlasting:
...this time the shrill cry is my own
as I feel the tenuous, impermanent,
the momentary called forth
Oh, Erd, my mother, Ocean, my father
I contemplate the eventuality
of Everest becoming sand
--e. smith sleigh
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