I am at hour five out of twelve. the prompts are good. this one had me opening a window to another universe. I am enjoying this and I am at the moment still keeping my poetry from it in a separate notebook to be divided later. I just wanted to share at least one.
Lost Time
by Patricia Harris
I have spent so much time
giving away parts of me
with no concerns of
what I was tearing from myself...
Thinking that it was
what was expected
from me...
In reality all I was doing
was pouring time
into others,
openly ignoring
the holes I was creating
inside of me.
Lost In The Void
by Patricia Harris
perhaps the world would be better
if we were to get lost in the void,
not really holding ourselves to the plan
that society says we should.
instead I think we could wander
freely in the openness of the possibility,
letting ourselves learn how to exist
in the world just being happy.
What am I supposed to do
by Patricia Harris
my dream was so clear
in the younger days,
I understood that I
was able to do anything.
Age has stolen
clarity and the ideas
that I often clung
deeply to…
leaving me without
any clue what I am
supposed to do.
My Faults
By Patricia Harris
In my head
my faults are mountain sized,
built from the moments I have
so often tried…
and seen the inability
to make it work…
so the blame was in me?
because where else could it be?
instead of seeing the struggle
I have endured and the learning curve
that me was set before,
I assumed that I was flawed.
Overcome the world laid at my feet,
every issue did I defeat, just not in perfect grace,
so I listed my own flaws in litany
because I saw the struggle as my disgrace.
Bone Tired
By Patricia Harris
When does sleep
Finally catch up
With the tired
A lifetime long?
It’s not that I am complaining,
For life is full, and I am aware,
But more than three hours
Would help feel like
I have been mauled by a bear.
putting into words
the best idea for who I am
is not always an easy thing.
picking up the pen
to write prose may be harder
than hiding behind poetry,
for in the poetry I have the ability
to express my thoughts more eloquently.
To the Max
By Patricia Harris
Humanity has been trying
To find the best way
To maximize
Our own way to
Survive…
So often we have
Forgotten about
The idea that
We need to do more
Than just survive.
So we should live
Life to the max,
Always ready to
Ignore the same
Bull that life throws
At us.
* This is the first poem in Human Shaped Verse. The newest volume.
In Between
By Patricia Harris
Finding the middle ground
In between the same thing
I have already been
And the scary thing
that I am becoming…
Seems like it will tear me apart.
The question is will you be
Right there with me
As I evolve or will I again
Find myself alone?
Perhaps the reason why
I struggle with that middle ground
Is it is not where I should be,
Evolution is the best thing
For me…
Since it’s world poetry day… here’s 2 more of my own.
Pattimouse 