Hello, I am Iola and I am an addict A word addict. Everyday I wake up and have to write, read, and consume words with caffeine. I cannot and will not ever stop. Words hold power, words we speak, write, dwell on, without words we would not be. They are the one addiction I will… Continue reading My Addiction~
Daily I stop moments turn to minutes remembering those who have said good bye with tear filled eyes like mine who walk in shock of those they’ve lost in a blink of an eye changed forever never will it ever be the same remembering a smile laughter to loud heart breaking hugs no… Continue reading Not all Will be Merry & Bright
I’m back……:) I have been working hard at designing my life in such a way that ultimately will give me freedom to write. The pressure is easing up and I feel like this next year will be the year I will finish what I have started. But I have missed writing poetry and sharing freely… Continue reading Five Minute Poetry
Today is …name that poem day!!! Yay…please leave a comment with the title for the poem below the picture and how long you think it took me to write it. It’s Friday…fun day…glad it’s not a Monday 🙂 We grow We change We remain the same All of our yesterday’s go up In flames Tomorrow… Continue reading your title goes here….
It sits there in the back, Crowding out love and joy Reminding you what you had all you’ve lost what could have been but never was There it waits hidden beneath a memory burns to the touch a blink of an eye, hopes turn to ash, cold and dry, the past, you should be free… Continue reading
I am not one who really likes a lot of structure in my writing but I do love the rhythm of sonnets. So I thought it would be fun to play at writing one. I am not sure if you could actually describe the following poem as a fully developed sonnet so keep in mind… Continue reading sonnet of time
Writing poetry is personal and it is healing. My belief is that it does not have to be great or universal but it certainly should be your own truth. I started writing really bad poetry around the age of twelve. Writing and reading enabled me to work through the trauma, abuse, abandonment and I am… Continue reading My love of Poetry