Tag: Art
BUSY MIND #5
Roam if you want to.
Go where you want to.
Feel what you want, or don’t.
See what you want or, don’t.
Say what you want,or don’t.
Laugh only if it’s funny to you.
Cry only if it moves you.
Own yourself and be proud of yourself.
Hug if you want to or don’t.
Kiss if you feel like it or don’t.
Dance in the rain or don’t.
Walk when you feel like walking and don’t let anyone make you run if you don’t want to.
Share only if you want to because sometimes there are things that only belong to you.
Say no when you want to.
Say yes only when you want to.
Say, “ I love you.” Only when you want to and not because it was expected of you.
Be shy when you want to and when you want to be bold do it.
Be true only to you and own your truth.
Dance with someone or alone-but do it anyway.
Go where there are people or stay in alone.
Look at the sunset or don’t.
Write a love letter and keep it forever or not.
Write a love story and share or take it to your grave.
Compose a love song and sing it or not.
Whatever you do, do it for you!
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
April is National Poetry Month: Day 22
THE LAST TEXT
I love dance because I truly believe it is poetry in motion. I’ve always had a special place in my heart for dancers. Please watch this powerful video where dancers bring to life a very real threat to our safety every time we get in a car. These young dancers put to motion what words do to warn us. Keep in mind that texting and driving are as deadly as being drunk or high while trying to drive. BE SAFE!
April is National Poetry Month: Day 21
Today’s selection is from my favorite poem that I read when I was in high school; The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. I had to post a video because this poem is best when read out loud. Enjoy your Sunday…Love your life!!!
April is National Poetry Month: Day 12
Salad Anniversary -A book about Haiku
Your left hand,
exploring my fingers one by one-
maybe this is love
Secretly I try on your jacket,
drinking in your smell,
and strike a pose like James Dean
Remembering your joke,
I giggle out loud
In the middles of a crowd
Ring after ring tell me you’re out-
I listen fondly,
Grateful for any clue
Admonished to stop writing of romance-
What’s poetry, then?
Just another way to get a man?
-Machi Tawara copyright 1989






