inspiration
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As fellow writers will know, the submission process can be daunting and time consuming. I have been keeping track of the dates of my various submissions and am also in the process of investigating alternative publishing platforms – specifically for the poetry book. I’m not sure exactly how to release it yet. There’s still…
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…The stone wall and the canon Met them with a fearful ROAR! They blew a kiss and whispered Love – The canon was no more. The stone wall raised its thorns As they silently approached – To them it was a gateway And blossoming vines encroached… Impostors are these archons? I have no…
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The latest draft of my first poetry book is complete! I am slowly going through a list of possible agents and publishing options. Over the next several weeks, I’ll be revising T.W.N. a little more. Older content will be removed and new excerpts will debut! For now, I’ll use the artwork that has been…
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Weighted and shackled, I struggle on Knowing the cost of surrender is high Endless worlds spiraling outward As Divinity’s quill passes by I beg a little of that inspiration A chance to recapture that childhood dream Then carried on a distant breeze, a whisper “Take heart. Things are not what they seem.” From here, I…
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To plan an adventure, a sojourn in a distant land Mesmerized by frequencies, kaleidoscope of bizarre new sights Hallucinations of other’s dreams, yet so convincing Then I collide with the blatant irony, so elusive yet so clear That all is the same everywhere, encryptions that never vary Repetitive trends and teachings, identical fantasies and thrills…
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Failure: Holographic images of chains Death: Formed from the worship of lies Empathy: Scandalous affront to unbalanced logic Innocence: The denied right of childhood Poetry Copyright © 2020 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved. Image: found online, author unknown
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Raise your soul, start your climb Up the great tree of life! Above all, remember why. Hush, sweet child. Dry your eyes For in the darkness, there’s a prize Cloaked among the flesh, disguised. Hold to center on your flight And on the day that we unite, We will streak across the sky And ascend…
Ena Whiteraven 