As morning rolls into night, days pass by, life goes on: But who takes the time to appreciate the gift that’s been given? When you open your eyes to see another day take a moment to look around you, realize the blessings that found you, let your eyes breath in the beauty that surrounds you, & observe the poetry…

Something Poetic

There’s something poetic about life even the simplest things can contain the greatest of meanings. Like rain drops that camouflage a falling tear, or a drop of water sliding down an empty glass as it reflects the expecting & hopeful eyes of a bride to be, or like the calming breeze that blows threw the branches of trees; reminding you that no matter what obstacles are in your way, like the blowing breeze, you can overcome them. There’s something poetic about life from the reviving powers of the sun, to the still serenity of night, to the eyes that capture the beauty of a bird taking flight, or the marvelous colors of a flower in bloom, to the baby fast asleep at high noon. I describe things that you can soon observe, but only if you slow down, for if you take the time to escape from the stress & the strife I’m sure you’ll find that there’s something poetic about life…

When inspiration urges you to write,painting an amazing picture, words begin to unfold into something beautiful

My Words
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Searching for the perfect phrase my words begin to frantically form on a piece of scratch paper; As I begin to search the realm of my imagination for a single drop of creativity I pause to receive my next line. I write with the hope in my heart that these words will light up the corner of someone’s dark existence; Like a light house shimmering in the distance bringing relief to those who wish to see home once more, I pause again, looking into the distance at God’s glorious creation, we call nature, absorbing the things I see my eyes lay hold of the majestic mountains that form the background of this amazing portrait. My eyes also capture the many evergreen trees as the gentle breeze caresses their branches, as if the wind has found its love for the first time: Inspiration comes from the view I see helping me form beautiful expressions describing the emotions felt while words continue to flood from the depths of my soul, as I passionately pour out every part of me, I realize the creation that is before me, these are my words… this is my poetry…

A place where poetry has it's own expression