Poetry in Notion

Writing is a process that you can only improve by doing. Over and over again. Some attempts are worth sharing. It is always a risk. I will share these pieces in hopes that it will encourage you to try something new and take risks of your own.

Poetry, or just the ramblings of a disillusioned writer? I will let you be the judge. It is often said that art imitates life. But whether they are works of memory or of the imagination, remains my secret alone to reveal.

Do You Know?

Do you know what I want?

I do.

Tough guy

Strong hands


Smooth voice

Bright eyes

Wicked grin

Rough edges

Brave cover

Quick wit

Soft heart

Shy smile

Hopeful boy

Do you know who I want?

I do.

Do you know…

It’s you?

I do.

I miss you.

What Is It?

It is the highest high,

The lowest low,

The greatest fear,

The deepest pain.

It makes you smile.

It makes you weep.

It makes you strong.

It makes you weak.

It brings joy.

It brings grief.

It is clarity.

It is confusion.

When it is present

It is everything.

And when it is lost

There is nothing.

It is everything.

It is forever.

It is fleeting.

It is love.

My Life in Poetry

I’m currently enrolled in a class called “Teaching World Language Through a Social Justice Lens”. One of our assignments was to write a poem that examined the perception (line 1) vs. the reality of who we are. Summing up all that you are in just a few short lines is not as simple as it may seem. I thought I would share the result of my introspection.





A fun-loving, confident woman

Creative and Strong, yet insecure

Wife of Eric, mother of two, friend of many.

She lives. She learns. She laughs.

She is frustrated, but hopeful.

Seeking honesty, respect, and support,

Vexed by fools, no sense of duty

Proud to work hard and still love harder.

She admires those who fight, but are not afraid to feel.

She is tough, but soft. She is real, but dreams.

She is everything and nothing.

She is I.

I am she.