If writing poetry
Was all that I could do
Perhaps I would find
That I would find
Moments of bliss
Written in the verse.
Achieving happiness is often
So much of a wishful thinking
That when we stop to try
We often forget to do
What is needed to be done.
I think that for me
Writing verse
Might be the way
To find the happiness
I seek.
Minimum
By Patricia Harris
When is the minimum done,
Not enough to be acknowledged,
Not too much to be a overachievement,
Just a small start to what will be.
And somehow it is all the world
expects of me?
That feels so wrong,
Like I am just skating along.
If I cannot exceed
Even my own expectations
Then what is the reason
Why I should even begin?
Putting the words
To the page
In an eye pleasing way
Is not all that poetry is,
Sometimes it is more
About ripping up
Your soul and placing
The pieces whole
In a way that tells
The story properly.
The poetry that doesn’t
Move poet nor reader
Was not written well.
So I have been doing a daily poem and unlike the previous years I have not been posting the prompt that I am following. I probably should… but I really like the way the post looks without it.
If I deviate from the writers digest prompt I will at that point note on the post where I got the prompt.
If you need a different prompt list…Fae Corps Publishing also does one.
Tell it True
By Patricia Harris
Without a reason
For the world to
Cover and hide,
I have found it
So much better
To just always
Tell it true.
Lying has no real
Use in the grand scheme,
Telling the truth
Means that you
Need never remember
What was said.
In putting the pen
To the paper
I may be committing
The darkest of sins,
For bleeding poetry
Is acknowledging
That the world
Yet can be used
To hurt the soul again.
It is not about the words,
The rhythm, or the verse,
It is merely about the truth
That only poetry can be
Made to let loose.
A Choice Made
By Patricia Harris
So I had a choice
And I made it,
Not sure if it was right,
But a choice was made
Anyway.
Perhaps I should plan
My choices better,
To avoid the mistakes…
But I feel like I would do it
The same way anyway.
Each verse is bled
Straight from heart
To page…
The poem is
Emotional waves
Solidified.
Do You have a copy, Yet?
Pattimouse 