My sister wrote this poem and sent it to me the other day, and it was so exactly right, so exactly how I am feeling. I haven't had the will or the strength to come up with my own words lately, but hers have filled my heart and spoken for me. I am learning how …
Tag: women’s poetry
April Poems
April is poetry month and I (along with lots of other writers) have decided to write one poem a day for the entire month. So far my poems are mostly terrible and I assume they will continue to be terrible as the month goes on. However, I wrote this poem the other day when I …
A Poem for Strangers
Do you know how many times I thought of you between breakfast and lunch? 27 times 10. Are you right where I left you filled with hope and self doubt? I know about your nightmares. I know about pain and being so so scared, so scared all the time. I know you can’t …
Three Cities and a Poem
I recently went traveling through three cities in Eastern Europe and it was magic. Here are some photos and adjectives and a poem I wrote on a train. Bratislava, Slovakia Alleyways and early mornings Vienna, Austria Palaces and colored lights Budapest, Hungary Glittery views and sunshine I walk through cities …
A Poem About Breaking
On my Instagram page (@elizabeth_ee), I've been doing this thing that I call Tiny Poem Sunday. It's pretty self-explanatory, but every Sunday I post a short 4 stanza poem. My first few posts were based off of a poem I wrote while sitting on the floor of the Tate Modern on my last day in …
A Poem for Your Tuesday
The Close For these are the things that flow from your heart, almighty mind. Crumbled walls of splintered hands broken by children riding bicycles, and you are there bound in the winding vines of your jungle. Speak, rose, of your thorns and also of your color. You have listened and so learned. You know now …
Balkan Adventures
A couple of weeks ago, I rented a car and drove with some friends to Matka Canyon in Macedonia and Rugova Gorge in Kosovo. It was glorious. Cars are wonderful things. (Here are bits of a poem I wrote last week) We shake too much. That's our problem. My breaths My knees Your hands The …
Throwback Thursday
Another old love poem written on a cold afternoon in a coffee shop somewhere. The third poem I write for you will be a pretty snowflake resting on your sleeve, so small you don't notice but there all the same. The third poem will be bright and full a siren that brings life …
For the boy with roses
I have a lot of feelings about the world. That is possibly the most general statement I could make. But I don't really know how else to put it. I've been trying to think of a thoughtful way to write about the refugees (mostly Syrian) pouring through Europe right now. When I moved from Lebanon …
Throwback Thursday
Written on a park bench when I was 22. This is how I write I just scribble little nothings until I stumble upon a something (a rare occurrence). On my best days my words fall out of my fingertips like leaves from branches in autumn they mix in piles on the ground and people I …
ELIZABETH ENDARA 