🐾 QUESTION OF THE DAY 🐾 When life has knocked you down, what gave you the strength to stand back up one more time?

🐰Happy Easter 🐰 🐣 NATIONAL POETRY MONTH EVENT “The Truth You Don’t Say Out Loud” Let’s skip the surface today. No perfect lines. No trying to sound like a poet. Just truth. The kind you don’t post. The kind you don’t say. The kind that sits in your chest and waits… Your challenge: 👉 Write a poem about something you’ve never said out loud. • A regret • A memory • A truth you hide • A feeling you don’t show No filters. No masks. If it feels a little uncomfortable… you’re in the right place. That’s where the real poetry lives. 🖊️ Drop your poem below and if you’re brave enough… Start it with: “I’ve never said this, but…”

My vision focusing Landing on every line Deep in perspective My mind goes til the end My mind once full of idle chatter Screeches to a halt And silence staggers in My breathing calms My heart follows Then peace floods my veins One by one my chakras tune Like a guitar in a smoky room And I’m wafting Through the veil I step With no intention or wish Just here to accept And be as grace The world drops away And I am one with myself Gifts of light bestowed upon me And I sit Still and perfect Nothing else matters Than this moment in time And space The space is my freedom My sanctuary My hOMe Here I am Human But one with the stars Bursts of energy Capture my heart My soul My destiny -poem. Lisa Karasek

Happy Saturday ✨ I’m curious to know who some of your favorite poets and writers are. Who inspires you and why? I love confessional poetry, so my greatest influences are Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath. I also love the interesting, exciting use of language of e.e cummings and how he bravely compromises its syntax. The brevity of William Carlos Williams is also fascinating. Ocean Vuong is a newer poet, but combines intimacy with grime, with ordinary life and experiences. What about you?

I wake up and I kiss the day winking my eye at the sun in the sky I wave seductively at the looming trees It's no wonder they wave back at me I giggle confidently as I strut my strut and I move my hips to the beat of the wind I'm not in a rut The sun knows me by name kisses me Victory knows me intimately So I kiss the day flirt with it I make it mines @ Copyright, Tolbert, M D., All rights reserved