Poetry
A whole new world opened up when I discovered poetry. Windows into my soul opened. A resonance and a familiarity greeted me and spoke of home. Not all poetry speaks to me, I still don't really get most of the "classics" and this is OK. Some poetry works, some doesn't. Writing poetry is a powerful path of expression. I am very grateful to my friends who have encouraged me to write and now I wish to encourage you to write. We are all poets and artists, embrace this truth. Creativity is part of all of us.
Listen: Poems by Jose Enciso
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I Write
I write a poem to try and stay alive. I write a poem. Clutching to it. Hoping, begging it to lead me out. Out of this hole so deep there is no light. Clutching to the poem for it represents and is my only way out. I write a poem to plant a grip in the wall a hand hold a foot hold to boost me out. I write a poem in the face of all I have betrayed in all my temptation to give up let go lie down I write a poem still believing in redemption. - Jose Enciso |
Catching a Frog
First, you need a place that has frogs Not city streets, nor suburban sidewalks The local pet store does not count You need to go into the woods Deep past the final road marker Beyond cell tower coverage Back past virtual reality and imitation cheese products You need to walk with open eyes and an open heart Perhaps carrying a stick or feeling a small round pebble in your hand When, at last, you arrive by a pond containing the small green treasures. You slow down and gaze. Catching a frog takes a certain amount of patience and the willingness to step into the mud. To lean into the dark, musky smell of the water To slowly, almost reverently reach forward Catching a frog requires that final commitment To reach out with both hands and not pull back To persist in the midst of startled surprise. as a small, foreign, slightly icky feeling body bounces against your palm. Catching a frog takes you to a place of dragonflies and daring leaping and laughter Catching a frog brings new encounters of long forgotten memories. - Jose Enciso |